There's Something About A Fallen Star...{COD}

Chapter 15: Last Visit, for now.

Ghost POV

Classes in the military can go one of two ways. They can be outside, doing physical training with other personnel or equipment. They can also be held in medium sized classrooms, with the lights off in front of a projection screen. I've never been the kind to join the classrooms. Thirty-six people in one room, two exits, and a teacher who has to put up with all kinds of redundant questions.

Today is an exception, John is participating in a class. I'm stood at the back, working on a report for a missing gun. Telling by how I'm unable to read the report in the dark room, you could also say I'm also using it as an excuse to see him. Our conversation from last night doesn't seem to be affecting him as much as it's affecting me.

Correction, It's not affecting me. You could think of a percentage of how much it could be and I guarantee you that the number is much lower than you think. I'm just pissed that I can't fucking see anything. I should've grabbed a tablet, or maybe one of those pens with the light at the bottom. Where do I get those? I should get someone to figure that out.

The lights turn on, blinding half the room and revealing a few sleep. "Halfway through the class, I'll allow you guys a break. Stretch, refill your drinks, be back in five minutes" The teacher says. A few people file out the room, talking starts up. Conversation leading to everything but the class' topic.

I take this time to look around the class, seeing familiar faces and some new. Then his. He's made his way up to the front and looks to be asking questions. Constantly working, I close my file, exiting the room. I bump someone, causing them to stumble back. "What the hell is wrong with you? Look where you're going" The soldier tells me.

"Right, sorry" I say. I continue past him, behind me hearing the panicked words of a few soldiers. "Are you stupid?" "Do you know who that is?" "It's been nice working with you.. Actually it's been pretty shit, so honestly good riddance" One soldier didn't say anything. He stood, watching me walk away with a confused look on his face.

Nothing to be confused about, I'm just busy. I walk by the information office, dropping off the completed file. "Thank you" she says, grabbing the folder. "Mhm" I walked away. I have to get back to my office. Price has made it clear that since I don't want to teach sniper courses, I at least have to create a training regimen. I'm not doing that.

I'll just assist teaching, and if Price questions it, oh well. "Mr. Riley" she calls. I turn to her, 'Yes?" I answer. She beckons me to come closer. I walk back up to the window, "Yes?" I repeat. "Captain Price approached me a couple days ago saying that you had gotten a therapist, is that true?" She asks.

Of course he did, "For the most part, yes" I tell her. She types into her computer, "That's all good, could I get their name?" she asks. "Imani Grant" I say, refraining from saying Mrs.Grant's actual profession. "Ok... Remember that your insurance covers everything from physical to mental health, if she doesn't take your insurance give her this and we'll handle it from there" She informs.

She hands me a card. An email, number, along with her name. They'll surely do it all to make sure you're back working tomorrow. I put it in my pocket, making my way away from the window. It's been a minute since I've been to her office, this time I could send an email telling her that she was right.

Then I wouldn't need to see her again, cause there's no reason to continue with such treatment. Do I have her information? You'd think after the first one I would get it. I guess I also have to hand her the card. Fuck. Clock off, make my way over. The drive is the same, the house is the same, it's all the same.

Yet this time, it pissed me off walking up to the house knowing what I do. Lying about your practice has to be some kind of crime. I should report her, no, I'll just forget about it and hopefully I won't have to come back here. I walk up to the house, I don't need an appointment since this'll be the last time I make my way here.