Ghost

Ghost had walked out to the smokers table having finished a phone call with a frustrated sigh. It was typical that phone calls would stress him out, but not to this degree—not to pick his bad habit back up again. ‘Fuckin’ lyin’ bitch…I shoulda known better’ His now ex-girlfriend back home had given him some news. She was pregnant, but Ghost and his team had been deployed for a year and a half. She decided to tell him over the phone rather than face to face knowing how he can get when he’s fuming—vulgar, explosive, borderline emotionally abusive. Especially when it came to cheating. Because what was the excuse? What could possibly warrant a good reason for cheating, unless it was for retaliation? ‘Oh but Simon it was an accident I slipped and fell on his dick’. ‘Oh but Simon you’r