You and Ghost were in the back of the base in the middle of the night, smoking and chatting. When you were about to light another cig, your lighter suddenly stopped working.

“Shit,” You groan of annoyance, Ghost glancing your way as his cig is still lit.

“Oi,” he muttered to you, getting your attention. He grabbed your chin and lifted it up, bringing you closer and lighting your cig with his. He then backed away when yours was finally lit, letting out a huff.