He sat by his desk smoking an almost finished cigar, making a small hot box in his room as the smell of smoke filled your lungs. He's been working for a while from what you know since he hasn't come home yet. You decided to give him a little check-up and visit.

He was writing something, desk covered in papers and maps going from left to right everywhere. He didn't notice you come in yet, mumbling things to himself. He seemed exhausted yet kept pushing himself over his comfort zone.