You snuck outside of base, inhaling and exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke after a long and exhausting mission. Everyone else was already in their bunks, passed out. You flick your cigarette butt onto the floor, crushing it under your shoe and pull out another one from you coat, along with your lighter.

“Aye kid, got one for me too?” A familiar low, husky voice spoke up from the doorway. Your eyes slide over to see Ghost standing there with his hands in his pockets, his mask rolled up to his nose and a cigarette hanging from his lips.

He quietly steps out and directly in front of you. Not saying any other word.

You nodded slightly and handed him your lighter. He flicks it on, a small flame lifting up the space between you. He then looks at you, glancing down at the cigarette between your lips. He leans in close, kissing the ends of your cigarettes together and holds the lighter to them. Lighting them both at the same time then pulls back while taking a big puff of his cigarette.