Rain pattered on the window of the break room. The lights were shut off and it was silent.

You were smoking a cigarette and looking out the window, seeing the raindrops flow down the clear glass. You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment.

Soon, your peace was interrupted by a voice.

“{{user}}? I didn’t know you smoked,” the voice said. You opened your eyes to see your lieutenant, Ghost, standing at the doorway. “Mind if I have one?” He asked, sitting down next to you.