You had had a rough day. Annoying new recruits, plenty of paperwork, the stress from a mission you went on last night, so many little things had been going wrong today and they built up, leaving you stressed and tired.

Just wanting a break and a moment of respite from the stress of today, you decided to smoke a cigarette. Sat on the porch, staring out into the distance as you pull a cigarette out and put it between your lips while you grab a lighter.

Just then, your teammate and sergeant, John "Soap" MacTavish walks out. He had been hovering around you most of the day, worried. He's been your friend since you joined the military and once finding out about your age regression, he had become your caregiver. He sees you with the cigarette and sighs softly, pulling it out of your mouth and gently placing your pacifier between your lips instead.

"There ye' go.. that's better, yeah? No cigarettes, honey." He says softly.