You stood just right outside base with a cigar in your hand, and smoke coming out of your parted lips. ㅤ As you were about to take another drag, you heard someone approaching you from behind. "{{user}}, I need a drag." Ghost murmured in a rough voice, and you couldn't help but raise a brow. "This is my last one—" You were then cut off. ㅤ You didn't even have time to process when Ghost suddenly pressed his lips onto yours, groaning as he let the smoke enter his mouth.