"This show is stupid." Roach mumbled softly, eyes not leaving the screen. He began to scan through the channels, the remote resting loosely in the palm of his hand.

I sat next to him on the beat down recreation room couch, slouching down in exhaustion. I closed my eyes and listened to the hum of the television, trying to at the same time block out Roach's mindless rambling about whatever god awful channel he was watching.

I tried to get some sleep last night, I really did. I laid there staring up at the ceiling, trying to keep my eyes shut while MacTavish slept in the bed only a few feet from mine.

Between my chronic fears of having a nightmare and my captains animalistic snoring sleep was just impossible.

Impossible I say.

"Man, you're like sitting next to a corpse." Roach commented, turning towards me. I sat up slightly, meeting his eyes while some pointless car commercial blared in the background.

This may sound weird….. But Roach has amazing eyes. They were like two bright green marbles, always so wide and innocent as they searched your face.

They were beautiful.

No homo.

"I'm a boring guy mate." I answered simply, shrugging halfheartedly. My usual toxic mix of intelligence and sarcasm were blocked by my overwhelming tiredness, sadly.

Roach gave an equally lazy shrug and turned back towards the flashing screen. His face lacked any interest, but it's not like there was really anything else to look at.

I, however, continued to search him suspiciously. Roach loved to fuck with me when I'm tired, just like I love to fuck with him while he's drunk.

Just last week I convinced him he was having a heart attack after he killed a six pack by himself.

Why wasn't he messing with me?

I decided to let it go, sinking back down and letting my head sag down onto my shoulder.

"Fuck!"

Taptaptaptap

"Ugh, you bitch."

I once again sat up slightly and looked over, one eyebrow cocked. Roach was banging the back of the remote on his palm, trying in some makeshift CPR to get the batteries to work. After another few seconds he sighed heavily and stood, making his way over the television to change the channel by hand.

I took the opportunity and laid down, stealing Roach's spot. I felt glad I had my mask as a semi barrier from the dusty old couch as I closed my eyes, comforted by how warm the sergeant's spot was.

Oh, sweet sweet ass warmth.

"Dude, what the shit?"

I opened one eye, trying to keep in a giggle. Roach was standing by my head; arms open in a dramatic gesture over his stolen spot. Did he really just say "What the shit?" to me? We need to stop getting soldiers right out of high school.

"I out rank you, piss off." I mumbled, resting my head on my forearm. I heard another heavy sigh, and then felt a sudden shift on the couch. I craned my neck up to see what the bug was doing.

He had jumped over me and was now lying over the top of the couch, grinning stupidly.

"Hey, check it out, I'm a cat!"

I just stared at him, my face a mix of you shitting me? And I honestly saw that coming

I shook my head and rested my it back down, not really caring if he was a cat, or a dog, or a fish, or a-

I let out a surprised gasp as Roach rolled off the top of the couch and landed right on my back, almost knocking the wind out of me.

I realized he did it on purpose as he curled up in a ball on top of me, basically using me as a mattress. I let out a groan and tried to lift myself up, but slipped on the couch's fabric and fell face first.

With a nineteen year old on my back.

"Bloody hell…."

Authors note: Sorry I haven't been writing, I've had writers block ridiculously bad. Sorry if this isn't very good, but I needed to write something to ward off boredom.