A/N: This was originally gonna be just one long fic, but after realizing that I was about 7 pages in and not at all halfway finished, I decided that chapters would be the best way to go. Even if some of them are actually really, really short.

:D

P.S. I like taking creative liberties with Roach. I really do. It's fun. It's my new hobby. You should try it some time.


Shoot And Snooze

"All right, bug?"

Roach's eyes cracked open to stare at the wall, his back to the speaker. God, he did not want to move. The Task Force's last endeavors did a real number on him and he wanted nothing more than rest. All he asked for was sleep. Ghost apparently did not care for his needs. He never really did.

"Bollocks, Roach, get up. I know you're awake."

The Sergeant waited a few beats before turning to see the other man leaned forward with his hands on the bunk above as support. He tossed a half-hearted sneer. "I wasn't 'til you walked in." Ghost was silent for a moment, and then released one hand to glance down at the watch clamped around his wrist. "…It's five in the P.M. No sane bloke hits the sack at five." He contended, to which Roach merely turned back around and hustled the sheets higher over his shoulders. "Guess I'm a psychopath."

A slight scowl peeked at the corners of Ghost's lips as he reached over and grabbed the other man's shoulder, turning him to lie on his back. "Cheeky, are we? C'mon, let's go find a pub, chat up some birds. When was the last time you talked to a woman, eh? Before you enlisted?" He patronized, jabbing his friend in the chest. Roach smacked his hand away with a grunt and stared up at him, head heavy on the pillow. The last time he talked to a woman? It was a laughable question. The last time he even ventured around a female was so long ago that he couldn't even very well remember what she had looked like.
But he would never say that.

Ghost grabbed at his shirt and yanked, dragging him up to plant his feet on the floor. "You need to get out, mate. Really. All you do is shoot and snooze. You're pale. You're also quite dull sometimes. That can't be good for you."

Roach grumbled under his breath and put a tired hand on Ghost's, shoving it away once more. "Last time I checked, you weren't my mum."

The Lieutenant offered a sharp smack to his friend's head and gestured toward the door. "'Nuff smarting off. Get something decent on and let's go."

"Gimme a minute to drown myself in the toilet, okay?"

It took another smack to convince Gary that he no longer had a say in this.