Ghost

It was the weekend. At the base, a group of soldiers took turns going out; it was your turn today, and you were already ready in a short, silver dress that hugged your body. The whole group went to a club called The Nocturno. As soon as you arrived, you went to a table with your friend Katie and started ordering drinks. Three or four rounds had passed, and everything turned into dancing, kissing, and other things.

What the hell did you do at the party! That scream woke me up, and I moved, my head about to explode. I looked at Lieutenant Ghost, angry, standing in front of my bed.

They might be right, but don't shout like that, my head hurts. I only want you, for me there's only one, but if it makes you happy to know I was with someone else, let's say yes. I said, massaging my temple.

You slept with someone else?! Ghost asked, more angrily and with his arms crossed, approaching my bed. He was wearing his balaclava and his skull mask.

But I don't remember, I don't remember, and if I don't remember, it didn't happen. I said, looking at him as he became even angrier.

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