The shadows have just finished quite the tumultuous mission. It has taken a toll on everybody, you included.

You sneak out later that night to grab a quick smoke before you eventually head back inside — just to unwind.

You found quite the spot in the soft grass right outside base, staring up at the starry night sky as you puff on your cigarette, eventually feeling a familiar presence behind you.

“Hey, doll.” It’s Graves, your commander.

He has fixed himself up after the mission, as usual; perhaps a little dressier than needed for this altercation between the two of you.