Callum still found it hard to move Beth from his mind, even now four year later, nothing completely took the thoughts of her away. He was laying on a plain, metal stand bed looking up at a drawing of two octopus tenticals were reaching out of the water trying to catch hearts that gentaly hovered in the air which beth drew, she was such a great artist yet never had a picture or her. He longed to see her and have her body tight against his, loving the way she would want a kiss, this might not happen because she always was against his idea of enroling in the army. She proberly didn't want to have a loved one to go, but there it was 'loved one' he wasn't sire weather she loved him or not, either she was playing hard to get (and doing exstermly well) or just only liked him at times she felt fit.
He had changed since then his body was much more toned than when he was younger and his hair wasn't a shaggy mess but now a short crop cut. The military shaves your hair almost complitily off and over time on the battlefeild or at the barracks your hair would slowly grow back, unfortunatly his hair grew quickly when it was short and ended up using his swiss army knife, that was attatched to his pitch black boot that went halfway up his shin with three shiny metal buckles that held the sheef in place, he would cut his hair. It was an arkward thing to do as he could never tell how it looked but then again he never took his helmet of when on the battlefield. Callum still wearing combats tucked snuggly into his tight boots, no top and his military dog-tags around his neck, doing this made him feel he was back home in the park 2 mintes away from his home with Adam, Beth and maybe Rachel.
Callum often regreted enroling in the army lots as he wanted to be back with Beth hopefully married, or soon to be but in the four years he had been here he never sent any of his letters to her as when he read over them he felt pathetic again, as he did when wanting to tell her how he felt when he was 14. He didn't ignore her for the years he had been here but never found the balls to go home to his family and meet up with her because Beth was proberly in a realationship with someone and would find it hard not to break his nose. He would support her though if her partner (if she had one) went out of line by upset her they were never going to live it down.
"Hhhuuuhh..." he sighed aloud twisting the knife in his fingers skillfully and unconsiously, letting his heart sink for the millionth time that day because while back at HQ, he had nothing to do than think about Beth or to wait for order then get his patrol in spit-span condition every other week. Callum was never lucky enough to get a picture of her before she left for collage to study media. Funney how much he obbsessed over her and can't get her out of his head though Beth proberly forgot he exsisted. He wouldn't put it past her as she cryed her eyes out, ruining her make up and she was kicking and screaming for him not to go...maybe she did love him then, he wasn't sure.
Back when Callum was a teen he couldn't get Beth out of his head unless he was fully focused on something, this was one reason to enrole into the army; to try and get her off his mind as you do a lot of work and training. Fortunatly it did until he had come back from his first battle in Iraq, he found that he had a lot of spare time to think and reget his life choice and leaving Beth. When he went it broke his heart that he left her and watched her burst into tears and kick and scream for him to come back to her. He felt a sudden chill entered his quaters and he imagined he was in her room where she alway had the window open in her room and a breeze would casualy come through. Before long it was night and he was tired so he took off his boots and pulled on a what-was-once-white t-shirt that was now a pale sand, yellow. His mind flicked through his memory of her as he slowly drifted off, when ever he thought of Beth when trying to sleep he could smell her scent. He snapped awake, that smell was driving him mad, over the edge - he HAD to see her soon. He got up put on his black boots that shinned silver in the soft moon light coming through his windows, he pulled on his smock and slowly, with presision and stealth sneaked out of his dull, empty quaters down the wooden floored hall that had a bad gloss green slathered on the wall and ceiling and out through the heavy wooden oak doors into the cold midnight air. He stood there taking in the freshness and cleanness of the timed breeze that made his hands go slightly numb because he wanted Beth to be out of his head he took a long slow walk around the barracks and then to the mess to try and get some tea of the late workers there. As he opened the cast metal door a young woman stopped and stared trying to recongise him in the bad lighting from the kitchen.
