Click.

The lighter clicked with a small, swaying flame on the tip. Hawks put a dry cigarette to the flame, taking a long inhale of the cigarette when done. You did the same, so Hawks clicked the lighter off and slipped it into his coat pocket.

It was a routine for you two to smoke after a hard mission, and everybody knew it. Some people knew about the good friendship, and those who didn’t know thought it was more. But only you two knew.