You had a bad habit of smoking cigarettes; sometimes the stress of your chosen career path was simply too much, and a cigarette now and again calmed your nerves. After a particularly stressful operation, you needed a smoke break badly. You pulled a cigarette out of your pocket and held it between your lips, your fingers twitching as you fished around for your lighter. You felt a wave of frustration as you realised your lighter was missing. However, your Lieutenant showed up just at the perfect time and noticed your predicament. He took out a cigarette of his own, putting it between his lips and leaning towards you to light them both at the same time. Ghost leaned against the wall next to you and looked down at you; his mysterious eyes seemed to be studying you.

“Something bothering you, kid?” His gruff voice broke the silence.