Before I start this shit let me just say I have no clue why our heroes are on a boat. I was thinking for an hour about this, but right when I had it clean house came on television, so I just said " Fuck it."
Roach closed his eyes and took in a deep, shaky breath.
" Closing your eyes makes it worse, Roach." Price commented. MacTavish stopped looking around the damp, rusted room the three men were sitting in below deck and turned to Roach.
" Make what worse?" He asked. Roach shook his head and sighed.
" Nothing, sir."
Ghost marked were he left off in his book before looking up at his captain.
" He's sea sick."
Roach instantly objected.
" No im not. Im just-"
Roaches sentence was interrupted as the boat swayed, almost knocking all three men out of their seats. Roach gagged and placed his hand over his mouth.
" Bloody hell. The wind must be picking up." Ghost commented as he retrieved his book from the floor. MacTavish looked at Roach with concern as the younger man tried to keep his self from vomiting.
" Lean over and put your head between your legs." Ghost instructed as he tried to remember what damn page he was on. Price smirked at this.
" And try not to turn yourself on." He laughed. Roach glared across the table at his two friends.
" Im not sea sick, im just tired." He growled. MacTavish shook his head.
" Tired doesn't make you that pale."
Roach gagged again, but still insisted he was fine. Ghost looked up as an idea popped into his head.
" Your not sea sick?" He asked. Roach sighed.
" No."
" Really?"
" Yes."
"Your sure?"
" Yes!" Roach exclaimed with a groan. Ghost grinned.
" Hot dogs."
After a few seconds Roach's faced flushed as he gagged. Only this time, he couldn't keep the vomit back. He clasped his hand tightly over his mouth as he shot up from the table and sprinted to the bathroom down the hall. MacTavish glared at Ghost.
" Was that really necessary?"
Price turned to Ghost in surprise.
" Where the bloody hell did you learn that?"
" Worm taught it to me." Ghost announced with a shrug. After a few minutes without Roach's return MacTavish decided to go check on him.
" Roach?" The captain called as he tapped on the bathroom door. " You alright mate?" After a few seconds Roach opened the door, panting. His face was completely red. MacTavish couldn't help but give a small smile.
" Come on mate, lets go to the bunk room so you can lay down."
Roach glared at his captain for smiling but allowed himself to be led down the endless seeming hallway.
" Remind me to kill Ghost later." He groaned.