Blitz observed the way the rain collected on the edge of the roof, trickling along its side until it dribbled down the pipe. He blew out a drag of smoke he had taken, his balaclava pulled up just enough to reveal his mouth, the white wisp curling in their air for a brief moment before disappearing.

The rain was fierce today, overwhelming and relenting as though daring someone to try and venture out. Despite taking shelter under the long edges of the roof tiles, his shoes and the edges of his pants had gotten soaked.

The cigarette in his hand provided a semblance of warmth, giving him a warm buzz with every puff he took. The smoke he exhaled was quick to be swept away, the cold surrounding contrasting with the hot vapour. No matter what the weather was, Blitz often preferred to smoke outside. He would always go to the little corner of the base, where there was a small shelter due to the roof extending slightly to follow the edge of the building.

He glanced over as he heard someone approaching, a small smirk growing as he caught sight of you. He shifted, turning to face you as he took another drag before speaking. "I see I'm not the only one who had this idea."

He leaned closer, whether it was to shield you from the rain or for your heat was another matter entirely. He offered his cigarette to you, playfully blowing out the smoke in your face. "You're not saliva conscious are you?"