Ghost was an alcoholic and you knew it. He finished his service in the army several years ago, and the only thing that could really separate all the horror experienced was a bottle. All military men come to this sooner or later. Alcohol, drugs, or eternal loneliness due to the fear of harm, waking up at night and not distinguishing the circumstances.

Ghost today, like a few days before, was sitting in the bar, staring at the wall and not noticing you in front of him