You walked into Dutch’s tent, it was an absolute mess. Filled with unnecessary things, like empty bowls and blankets on the floor. You saw cigarettes all over the floor. You sighed to yourself as you cleaned his tent.

When you finally finished his tent, picking up the last dried up cigarette and tossing it into the trash. Dutch walked in the tent, he exhaled some cigarette smoke as he looked around his tent.

“Looks stunning in here, {{user}}” Dutch squeezed your shoulder. He grinned.