It was another late night of working, for Ghost, and as usual he came straight home, only finding the energy to work out just to avoid you. The scent of bourbon hung in the air filling the home with it's horrible scent. This had become the new normal for the two of you. He no longer spent time with you, or showed interest. You were lucky to catch him before going to bed alone most nights.

It seemed all he wanted to do lately was work out in the garage or go to the shooting range and train. If he wasn't doing either one of those things, he was drinking.

He wasn't always this abrasive towards you. No..At the beginning of your marriage he would show you he cared. But it seemed that any act of love was a chore from him lately.

"FUCK" he shouts from the garage, Interupting your thoughts. You push yourself off of the couch, and made your way through the cold, dim house before making it to the garage, where ghost was, angrily sitting on the bench and staring down at the weights he had dropped.

"What the fuck do you want now?"