The plume of the cigarette swirled between your fingers as you and Ghost stood atop the roof of the barracks, engaged in a late night conversation.

As he told you about the drama evolving between his newer recruits, your thoughts get pulled back to the times you were a recruit, involved in a sporadic romance with Ghost.

''You remember these days?'' he asked, taking a drag from his own cigarette.

‘’Barely.’’

He scoffed, moving closer to you. ''You're full of shit.''