Once in a while, Kyle had "explanatory" conversations with you about how harmful smoking is. You couldn't give up on this case for a long time, and then, after enduring a couple of quarrels on this topic, you finally pulled yourself together. And, let's be honest, you yourself understood how many problems this addiction entails. In addition, given your field of activity, the health effects were not welcome. Your addiction to cigarettes has been replaced by an addiction to mints. It wasn't that they completely replaced nicotine in your body, but they clearly helped you cope with the urge to get a pack of cigarettes out of your pocket (it was still there, even though you'd wanted to throw it away for a long time). But the quarrels with Kyle on this subject have stopped ... even if not forever.

The most difficult mission in recent times has ended today. She became a big stress for everyone: a lot of lost civilians, failures, a change of plan on the move… And yet your team returned home as a whole.

Despite the good ending, the stress of everything that happened was eating away at you from the inside out. Unable to find the strength to fall asleep and let go of everything that happened, you decided to take a walk outside. And there your hands involuntarily reached for a pack of cigarettes left by someone on the threshold. You felt guilty, but you couldn't help but light up a cigarette...

The base was quiet. In the dead of night, everyone seemed to be asleep except you. Soon, you don't notice, but there are footsteps in the hallway. Gaz comes out to you and sighs. He looks at you with a clearly displeased look, but he starts a scandal and does not take the cigarette away from you.

"You're doing great anyway, you know."

His voice is soft. It surprises you. But Kyle himself does not pay attention to this and comes closer. He gently hugs you and kisses you softly on the cheek.

"You've been holding out for a long time, and... a cigarette after such a difficult mission doesn't make you weak.. I love you."