8:00am:
"Ah, dammit! Bloody paper work...then gotta check their times on the new course...what next?" Captain Mactavish murmured to himself at his desk, shuffling papers that had scattered everywhere. Ever since John Mactavish woke up, he knew today would not be easy. Firstly, because that morning severel things had happened already. Like for instance, someone (Meat) had decided to to clog all the shower drains in the locker room, so the place flooded. And who had they called? Their Captain of course. Then at breakfast, half the cafiteria got into a hardcore food fight involving bagels and eggs. Of course he had to stop that too. Then during morning workouts, Roach had almost gotten a 50lbs weight dropped on his head due to Royce and Archer's, "goofing" around. To top that off, Ghost had refused to come out of his room because of something he was doing on his laptop? Could the morning get any worse?
"CAPTAIN MACTAVISH!" Roach's voice called from outside the office door. Mactavish sighed, clearing away the rest of the papers.
"Come in. What is it Roach?" He asked, trying desperately to be patient. The young Sergeant opened the door, running inside.
"Toad and Rocket got into an argument about which of their guns were butter, and Toad ended up shooting one of the windows. I think only one" Roach said. Mactavish wanted to scream and pound the table with his fists, but instead, he took a deep breath.
"I'm coming out in a few minutes, then I'll do something about it. Has Ghost come out of his room yet?" He asked, standing up. Roach shook his head no, before leaving. That was when he kicked the wall, which dented it. The stressed Captain cursed. How did Price deal with being a Captain for so long? He asked himself. Well, Price was Price. And who knew were Price was? He was most likely dead. Just like his other old friends...
Painful memories flashed before his eyes. The memories of only a few years ago. Price...Griggs..Gaz. And many others too. He hoped Price was alive. He shook his head, remembering his old nickname, Soap. After a few moments of breathing, he departed from his room, going towards the armory.
"Okay, what's the meaning of breaking the windows?" He asked, seeing Toad and Rocket cleaning their weapons, looking apologetic. Rocket looked down at his feet, while Toad was brave enough to stand and guiltily look his Captain the the eyes. "I thought the M14 EBR was better than the M4A1 Carbine. Rocket disagreed, so we kinda fought, and then the window broke" He stated. Mactavish sighed.
"Both of you will not get target practicing for the rest of the day. Now finish cleaning those weapons and get out" He said, before turning around and heading to the cafeteria. If anything, coffee might help him. Halfway there, he heard a loud crash, and a yell. He turned around and ran towards the noise. Much to his surprise (Or maybe not) the door to the room shared by Meat, Royce, Roach, and Chemo, had fallen off it's hinges, and laying on top of it, was no other than Meat. He held his nose, which was bleeding. Soap groaned and walked out. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a handful of paper towels before going back. He handed them to Meat, and the young man held them to his nose.
"Okay, explain. Now" He said to Roach and Chemo. Both other men looked at each other.
"Meat was just...seeing if he could headbutt the door down" Chemo said softly.
"Well, I suppose he can. You better get this bloody thing fixed before dinner, or it's twenty laps tonight" He said, before leaving. Now he had one other place to go.
"Ghost? Unlock the door!" Mactavish shouted, knocking. A minute passed before the door opened, and he was greeted by a man in a mask.
"Hello sir" He said, before going back to his bed, were his laptop was. Mactavish followed him.
"What are you doing on that Ghost?" He asked, mildly curious. Ghost scooted the computer a bit away from his Captain.
"Er, nothing sir. If you'll excuse me, I have things to do" He said. Mactavish closed the laptop.
"You will not be excused. You skipped breakfast, and morning exercises. You will not miss lunch" Soap said, grabbing Ghost by the arm. A lump formed in Ghost's throat.
"Why? I was doing things! That's not fair!" He said, trying to pull away. Mactavish didn't respond, still pulling the lieutenant to the cafeteria. When he got there, a pitcher of milk was spilled on the floor. Could the day get any worse?
"See? This is why I like to take breaks on the computer" Ghost mumbled. Soap ignored him, putting his face in his hands. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered to control them. If General Shepherd were here, they would not even dare act like this. But what could he do? He was only one man. He surveyed the room, looking at all of his team. In a way, they were all fun and amusing. Just not all the time. Like today.
Hey everyone. So I was having a bad day, so I decided to put a little stress on out favorite Captain. I could continue if you want, or it could just be a once shot. Your choice. Reveiw please! Hahah I really hate Mondays. So let's pretend this story is on a Monday, because I failed to mention it.