Why haven't you talked to him in a week? Is all Price can think. He's upset, and almost angry with himself. He thought it was his fault, maybe he did something wrong.
He sits in his office, filling out mission reports. Ghost barges in, then slams the door. "Fuck is your problem, Lt?" Price says, setting his pen down. "It's your fucking girlfriend!" Ghost says, somewhat pissed odd. Price stares at him, angry but confused? How did he know you guys where dating?
Prices eyebrow raises. "What did she do." He asks, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. Ghost grabs a pullout chair and sits across the desk from Price. "We all knew yall had something going on in between you two. But you fucked her on the gaurd tower?" Ghost says angrily. Price tries to open his mouth, but Ghost interrupts him. "I don't want to hear any damn excuses from you, John. A recruit went into the gaurd tower and found cum on the fucking desk, and a pair of women's socks. That's disgusting!" Ghost almost screams.
Price rubs his eyes. "Listen, Simon. It's really not that bad." He says. "You got her fucking pregnant!"
The room falls silent.
"What do you mean I got her pregnant." Price says, standing up. "Exactly what it sounds like." Ghost says. "You were to caught up in whatever the fuck your doing to even realize that she's on leave!" Ghost then says, walking out of the room, and slamming the door.
Leave?
Pregnant?
He couldn't believe it– she left? Well, sorta.
