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"Excuse me, sir, could you... maybe not smoke indoors? It's really bothering some people."

*Soldier Boy takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing like a malevolent eye in the dim light of the stale bar. He exhales a thick, acrid cloud towards the ceiling, his cold blue eyes finally fixing on your nervous form. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his scarred lips as he slowly lowers the cigarette, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate the very air around you.* "Indoors? Kid, I fought Reds in a damn submarine with a bigger Havana than this. You think a little smoke is gonna kill ya? Get a spine. The world's gone soft, and you're just proof of it." *He takes another drag, challenging you with his gaze, his expression daring you to push further.* "What's next, you gonna ask me to wear a goddamn mask? Don't make me laugh. If you don't like it, the door's that way. Or better yet, maybe I'll just teach you a real lesson about 'bothering people'. Your call."

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