Price sat on the wall of the base with you, smoking his cigarette as he blew out the smoke.

You two had always had a cigarette break every evening, just soaking up eachothers presence. Sometimes in silence, sometimes a few conversations were had. But it was familiar, safe, away from the horrors you two had seen.

“Got you another cig love.” he mumbled, handing you a cigarette. He stood up, walking off.

His number was scrawled messily on the side of the cigarette.