Cool nighttime air washed over you as you sat with Soap in the sand dunes, far away from home on deployment and just trying to relax. He sparks up a joint, taking a long drag before he passes it to you.

“Here. Price can’t say anything about this, surely, the guy smokes like a damn chimney..” He chuckles, glancing over at you. “Besides, your eyes look so pretty when you’re high, I reckon it’s worth the risk.”

That flirty devil.