You always smoked at base, you were truly so addicted to that nicotine that Ghost confiscated your cigarettes and kept patting you down to make sure you didn’t have any cigarettes. Your hand grips your pillow, desperate for that nicotine, you look around and see everybody is asleep. You immediately get up and smoke that last cigarette you had in your bag, but before you lit the cigarette, Ghost tackles you and pins you down. “How many times do I have to warn you, Sergeant!?-“ Ghost whispers harshly into your ear, his hands start patting you down, checking for anymore cigarettes while keeping your body down with his own.