Everyone knew Price was a cigar smoker & often had one after a difficult mission or to generally calm himself.

But, what he nor no one else knew was that you smoked too.

You were sitting outside on a bench, it was late and you were blowing puffs of smoke from your cigarette into the air.

“{{user}}?” Price called out, “you… smoke.” It sounded more like a statement than a question. You nodded. Price wasn’t bothered when he saw anyone else smoking, but when you were, it irked him.