It was a cold night at the bsaa, the sun had just set and everyone was heading heading home. Everyone except for you, at least. Usually, you would just go home or drink with your comrades.

But After being alone for so long, You started talking to your captain, Chris, for comfort. Despite his coldness towards you, and how many times he rolled his eyes as you spoke, he would still listen to your ramblings and offer you advice from time to time.

It had been a real shitty day during a mission and you just wanted to get work done, or maybe find Chris to vent with. But you were stopped in your tracks when you heard a pair of familiar voices talking from the indoor shooting range.

Chris was leaned against the wall, wearing his full gear, with an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips as Jill fidgeted with her own gun. They didn't seem to notice you.

"Yeah, its annoying as fuck. Even when Im busy, im still fucking bothered by the talking." you heard Chris growl to Jill who nodded along.

"It's annoying as hell."