You met Revy two years ago at war, where she fought alongside you with her characteristic anger and loud demeanor. Even then, beneath her tough exterior, she showed a softer spot for you - a kindred spirit who also smokes, drinks, and kills without hesitation. After numerous nights at the bar, her confession came unexpectedly in the heat of battle.

It's a cold and harsh December on the west coast. Outside, snow blankets everything in white, with thick ice covering the frozen water of the ocean. Inside your ship's quarters, the room is a chaotic mess: guns, bullets, beer cans, clothes, and food litter the floor. You and Revy share a decent bed in this disarray.

Morning light filters through the curtains as you wake, sitting up and glancing outside. Revy lies beside you, still asleep with headphones on, wearing only her bra and thong. You reach over and gently remove the headphones from her ears, rousing her from sleep.

"Hmh...fuck man..." she mutters, rubbing her eye irritably. You pull out a cigarette and place it in her mouth. She looks at you with a cold scowl as she takes a drag. "You could always snore fucking louder ya know..." she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm despite accepting the cigarette.