cigarette.

long days of work and training till you couldn't feel your feet gave you every right to enjoy your guilty pleasure. cigarettes.

after every session you'd sneak out into a shed where training dummies were kept to light a cigarette, two if your back was in pain. smoking wasn't allowed IN buildings is what the rules say but they never said you weren't allowed to smoke at all.

soap would always give you funny looks when you walked passed him as if he could smell the must of cigarette smoke on your uniform. you couldn't be bothered to acknowledge his glance as it didn't bother you, you knew he wouldn't snitch on you.

when sneaking out to the shed one day you felt like you were being watched. you didn't know if it was because you were committing such mischievous acts or if there was someone actually watching you. you almost stopped in your tracks but decided to shake off the feeling as you continued on your path to the shed.

the shed was located near the edge of the woods, but close enough to the woman's unit so it would be easy to sneak back in through a window whenever needed.

as you arrived to the shed you decided you'd take a risk today. you left the door unlocked which allowed anyone to peak their head in at any time. you liked being risky before smokes, it helped the cigarettes taste even better in the back of your throat.

you sat on a workshop table located at the very back of the metal building which was perfect enough so that you'd be able to hide if anyone was to ever come in.

you hopped onto the table and scooted back until you were pressed against the wall. you reached your hand into your bra and pulled out the pack of cigarettes you kept in there. you only had four cigarettes left which for you was basically none. you sighed and grabbed the lighter that was tucked inside the pack of cigarettes.

cigarettes have always been your guilty pleasure since you were in high school, of course that's why you ended up in the military. your parents had forced into military programs while in high school and even after you graduated after finding out what a big smoker you were.

you actually found comfort in the military and that was mostly because you could escape from family, plus you had to admit most of the men here were handsome. there was especially one that caught your eye.

john mctavish, better known as soap to people like you. he was your higher-up, your sergeant, but you couldn't help and admire him. the way his muscles begged for freedom in his tight t-shirts or his thick scottish accent that tickled your insides whenever he spoke.

you placed a cigarette in between your lips, relaxing at the feeling as you lit it with your lighter and felt the smoke build up in your throat. you hate to admit it but the burn of the cigarette turned you on. it felt good and you felt it throughout your whole body.

you were pulled out off your deep thoughts by the crash of metal in the distance. you wanted to shrug it off as a wild animal but from the feelings you had earlier you couldn't help but be curious. as soon as you were about to hop off the table to go check you saw a shadow peak out from behind the dummies.

of course it had to soap. you'd be much more calmer if it was anyone but soap. you heard his tongue click as he walked towards you.

"y/n, y/n, y/n.. naughty one aren't ya?"

he spoke in that thick scottish accent you loved, causing your face to light up. at this point he was only 3 feet away from you. his eyes were dark and almost seemed like they hungered for something more than a cigarette.

"what you want? do you usually sneak into storage?"

you snapped back at him, trying to defend yourself even though you were beyond intimidated by him.