Simon was finally eighteen, old enough to enlist and become an SAS operator like he always dreamed. One thing held him back, his childhood best-friend.

He sipped his whiskey in his bedroom, hoping his Dad wouldn’t come home.

“For gods sake doll I’m going.” He argued

He was aggressive at times, no denying it. He hated that you were acting like this, his temper was simmering.

“I am getting out of this fucking house and leaving for the army alright?” He snapped