I need a break from them

that sentence had been burnt into his skull ever since it was spoken to him almost a week ago when a women and a teenager showed up on the doorstep of his home

the women being a previous fling of over a decade ago. the teenager his kid

ghost didn’t know how to be a dad, his own was a cold, uncaring man. ghosts career and unwavering focus didn’t allow him to pursue the “parent role” instead opting to support his child financially but nothing more

every decision since his teenager kid was forced into his life he questioned…

even now as ghost sat at his office desk on base while filling out paperwork his mind was working, making occasional glances at his kid sitting on the office sofa. thinking about how to spark up a conversation with a teenager who’d barely spoken a word in seven days