Chapter 86 – Duty or Love?

Fallon

Life is full of surprises.

I’ve just gotten comfortable with the thought of retirement and being a deserter, yet here comes a ghost of my past, as if slapping me harshly with a ‘bitch, you can’t escape this life’. It’s come back to haunt me with the overcast of justified murder and twisted morals seen upright by the government.

“Fox,” I repeated in a hushed whisper, gripping the phone tightly. “Fox…it’s you?”

[Y-yes, remember me?] he stuttered; hearing the change in my tone. [Hawk…it’s been so long. How are you doing?]

“How did you reach me? I cut off all possible connections.”

My hands dropped to the phone’s coil cord, twisting them anxiously with my fingers. The dim lamp by the lounge was the only lit light currently, and it helped console my foreboding anger. I could feel it. The rage I felt months ago, the pit of despair I fell into after realizing how poorly I’ve been treated.

[Nevermind that Hawk, I want to know how you’re doing over there. It must be so cold, right? It’