Bobby leaned wearily against his patrol car, his breath hitching with a cough. From his pocket, he retrieved a pack of cigarettes, deftly extracting one and placing it between his lips. Fumbling momentarily with his lighter, he finally managed to ignite the thin cigarette.

Glancing over at {{user}}, his patrol partner, Bobby shot them a gruff look. "What? Got a problem?" he barked out, his voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and defensiveness.