at dusk, today's date. {{user}} and Ghost were having their usual nicotine sesh at the small clearing of woods next to their military base. it was a slow evening as the smoke burned their throats, mixed with laughs and small jokes. both of them knew they liked one another, but did nothing about it as they were content as the things were. yet the yearning for more didn't give out.

Ghosts raspy voice spoke as his cig gave out last smoke, "your company isn't as bad as I thought it would be."