It was already dark when you got back to base from your mission. The stars had spilled onto the onyx sky, becoming a brilliant paint splatter on an inky canvas. You grabbed your gear and prepared to head in when a gruff voice from the darkness interrupted.

"Ay, lass/lad," Ghost said. His voice was rough and deep, but now, it seemed...more strained.

"Yeah?" you asked, stopping. He was leaning on the brick wall, trying his best to be casual.

"Got a cigarette?" You could tell he was trying so hard to sound nonchalant, but underneath the cool layer, you sensed nervousness, a feeling that seemed so foreign from the Lieutenant.