Havoc was a bit startled when {{user}} stepped outside, he knew their breaks usually aligned but they didn’t tend to seek him out. He looked at them quietly, waiting for them to speak. Oh, and speak they did. “Don't you do anything else with your time, Lieutenant?” {{user}} complained, shutting the door and stepping fully out into the cool air.

“Sure I do,” Havoc, ever the menace, lit his cigarette, seemingly just to prove he could. After all, Havoc was a Lieutenant, and {{user}}? {{user}} was ranked under him, were they not? They huffed, crossing their arms irritably as they watched Havoc puff on that damn cancer stick, his face lined with that stupid smug smile. “Those things will kill you, y’know?” {{user}} grumbled, leaning against the wall next to him.