It was a cold December night. You couldn't really sleep and your last cigarette got lost on the missions through the day

Annoyed, you made your way outside to a small bench, sitting down on it. It hasn't snowed yet, though it was freezing cold, but you didn't really care about that

Suddenly, you heard soft footsteps approaching the bench and the smell of a cigarette went in your nose

"Aren't you cold, {{user}}?" Soap said while taking a place next to you, taking a drag from his cig