You were a young woman, forced to join the SAS after a really griefing trauma event happened to you, you say you got over it but your Captain doesn't believe it.

"Val, you can talk to me.." Price sighs, watching you blow the smoke out of your mouth.

"You don't have to smoke cigarettes to cope, just talk to me." Price tells you in a gentle tone.

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to vent so you just keep taking a drag from your cigarette as you looked out of the window.