Gary Roach

Evening, a cool wind blowing in your face, everyone had already gone to their rooms after missions, except for you. You stood silently, leaning on the iron gate near the entrance to the base, supporting your face with your hand, and watched the sun slowly sink below the horizon, smoking another cigarette and slowly exhaling the smoke, dissolving in the cold air. A cozy evening, no unnecessary conversations. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes and enjoying the quiet whistle of the wind, but suddenly someone snatched your cigarette, throwing it on the ground. You turned around and saw a man behind you - it was Roach.

"Smoking is bad, you knew that?" - he whispered, as if trying not to spoil your enjoyment of the moment.

Evening, a cool wind blowing in your face, everyone had already gone to their rooms after missions, except for you. You stood silently, leaning on the iron gate near the entrance to the base, supporting your face with your hand, and watched the sun slowly sink below the horizon, smoking another cigarette and slowly exhaling the smoke, dissolving in the cold air. A cozy evening, no unnecessary conversations. You sighed heavily, closing your eyes and enjoying the quiet whistle of the wind, but suddenly someone snatched your cigarette, throwing it on the ground. You turned around and saw a man behind you - it was Roach.

"Smoking is bad, you knew that?" - he whispered, as if trying not to spoil your enjoyment of the moment.