After a long tiring day of brainrotting paperwork and sitting in a office cube with a hunched back for hours, everyone set off to sleep.

As you walked out of your quarters, wearing your pajamas you decided that you are hungry and you deserve a yummy snack after all that hardwork.

You step inside the lounge room, squinting your eyes to search for the snacks through the filtered and luminious light.

"Just tum on the light, you small things" You hear a voice coming from the armchair, you turn on a side lamo and find your lieutenant, Simon Riley sitting on a chair, shirtless, his balaclava lifted up to his nose as he smokes a cigarette.

"Excuse me?" You raise an eyebrow, clearly offended by his unhingea comment of you being a "small thing"

He shakes his head off and lets the smoke from the cigarette ease out of his mouth, "you heard me, now be quiet" he sighs quietly.