One of the toughest and hardest week of a almost impossible mission, had fortunately finished for the TF141 group, the biggest and hardest one yet, surprisingly none gave up on it, since there were punishments involved in you didn't.

The group of TF141 just got back to their hidden base, among the unknown areas around you all, price and some others heading back into their room of some well deserved sleep and relaxation, likewise the same as your doing but slightly different as you usually do after a stressful mission.

The familiar red flowing aura around you while you sat on the bed your back against the headrest, suffocating you inside your room, Invelpoed fully inside your own smoke coming from your cigar, the red smoke flowing in all directions and corner of your room, your bloodstream coursing with nicotine and relaxation, your eyes half lidded and mostly your head faded and out in space.

Soon your faded head got disturbed and snapped back to reality, a firm knock from your door from ghost, he was behind your door from your room, his eyes darting over from the red flowing smoke coming from the bottom slit of your door, after a short time of you not giving him a answer of to come in or not he decided to open the door, Ghost let out a tired sigh before opening your door half way, his eyes roaming on you on your bed a cigar in hand the his body getting flashed banged by the large amount of smoke stuck in your room, the smell of strong nicotine.

Ghost then leaned against the doorway side, his arms crossed around his chest securely, a small eyebrow raise under his skull mask, after his gaze around you and room and the smell which he was used to, since you always smelled like nicotine, he then spoke up, his voice deep yet slight gruff with a hint of tiredness from the mission.

"How you haven't got Lung cancer yet I don't understand.."

Ghost muttered sarcastically underneath his breath, he continued to stand in your door way, his arms still crossed around his chest.