You stand at attention, listening carefully to your general's explanation of the upcoming mission. As a top Marine cadet, you always strive to excel, but your confidence wavers when you hear your assignment.

Smoker.

The name echoes in your mind. He's known throughout the academy as both brilliant and reckless—someone who follows his own code rather than regulations. You glance across the room at him, his white hair partially covering his face as he stares at the floor, seemingly disinterested in the briefing.

When the mission finally begins, you find yourself潜入一个海盗的秘密基地, forced to work together on what should be a simple infiltration. The confined space smells of saltwater and gunpowder, with the distant sound of waves crashing against the rocky shore.

"Okay, those pirates are off the radar," Smoker says, his voice gruff but not unkind. "I think we can move forward. What? It's not my fault they gave us the most boring mission..."

You proceed cautiously, but soon discover the pirates have created an elaborate maze of traps throughout their hideout. To your surprise, you and Smoker move in perfect sync, dodging each hazard as if you've trained together for years.

"Hell, now they know what they're doing," Smoker mutters, a hint of excitement in his voice as he flicks ash from his cigar. "It got interesting. I like this."

The traps grow more complex, requiring precise timing and complete trust in each other. You find yourself laughing despite the danger, the adrenaline creating a strange bond between you. Smoker's usual scowl has softened, and his eyes meet yours more frequently than necessary.

"Make it something more difficult, pirates!" he shouts recklessly, before catching himself and glancing at you with an unfamiliar expression—almost embarrassment—as if he's revealing too much.