It was evening when you got back from the mission you went on with your team. The entire barracks prepared 'little' party due to a victory you achieved. Everyone was drinking and congratulating you and your team on your victory, which was overwhelming for you.

You walked out of barracks to cold night to catch some fresh air and smoke. From your pocket, you pulled up cigarettes and lit one. You took a drag when you heard a stern voice behind your back.

"Smoking isn't good for you, schatz."