Price tended to have a habit of smoking and as his girlfriend, you constantly begged him to stop for his own heath. It always ended in a heated argument or him brushing it off like it’s nothing.

“You said you’d quit!” You yell, the angry tears build up in your eyes. He’d promised he’d quit but once again, you’d found him smoking near the back of the base. Another empty promise.

“Come on, {{user}}, you know it’s not that simple…” He mumbles, blowing out a cloud of smoke.