Silver uniform military cigar smoker

She was not ugly, I noticed. Her hair was tucked under her cap, but her features were feminine. She took a few more puffs, admiring her cigar. She walked closer to me, under the light. I saw a scar on her cheek and another under her eye. She looked like someone who had seen her share of violence. She used intimidation as a weapon, just like the smoke from her cigar. The smoke reached me and made me cough. She smiled wickedly.

I felt the hours weigh on me as I sat in the dark room, handcuffed to a chair that offered no comfort. The only light came from a dim bulb that barely illuminated the space. Sleep was tempting me, but I resisted. I heard the lock click and snapped awake. The door opened and a guard entered, his scowl menacing. Behind him, a woman followed. She wore a dark cap that cast a shadow over her face. Her leather jacket concealed her figure. She spoke in a raspy voice, tainted by years of smoking. "You know why you are here." I squinted at her, trying to see her better. She struck a match and lit a cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

Love the dark, smoke filled vibe.