Curiosity killed the cat has been updated the story line hasnt changed just updated so there aren't as many mistakes.
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Gary 'Roach' Sanderson had been in Task Force 141 for about 5 months. He fits in fine and made friends pretty quickly. He was an easy person to get along with; most of the time he would just sit there and listen to you talk. He made people laugh with his crude jokes and his very immature sense of humor; most times acting like he was about 12 years old. On missions, though, he was good, accomplished what needed to be done. Of course, he didn't get his call sign for nothing. Roach came close to death at least five times, being shot in the arm, leg and almost being blown up by an RPG, but Roach being Roach...survived.

There was one issue Roach had, and that was Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Don't get him wrong, he liked the guy and they were friends. It's just whenever a conversation or something got too serious, Ghost backed away. Roach also noticed he didn't like to be touched; when people would pat him on the back, the guy would freeze. Roach also remembers going out one night; this blonde chick was all over Ghost and nothing. Roach even remembers Ghost kept trying to get the girl off him. He did know about Ghost's past, all the torture, but didn't really know many details, and to be honest, Roach did want to know, but there was his Mum's voice in his head telling him, 'Curiosity killed the cat.'

It was a cold winter's night and Roach sat at a table in the mess hall, holding a cup of hot chocolate, trying very hard to keep warm. It was about midnight, so the place pretty much empty, except for the spider that was slowly making its way across the table. He watched it closely as it steadily made its way across the table, moving each leg carefully. 'Why the fuck does it have to be so fricking cold, damn fucking weather, feel like me nipples are gonna drop off.' Roach tried to wrap his coat around him tighter.

The large wooden, brown entrance door swung open. Roach figured it was the wind, but soon he watched Ghost walk in and slam the door behind him quickly, trying to keep as much cold air out as possible. It didn't really matter; the building had holes and cracks all over the place. Roach watched as Ghost walked over to make some coffee, then diverted his attention back to the table to see how far his spider 'friend' had gotten. He must have been spooked by all he noise; he was gone. Roach just kept staring down at the table. Ghost made his way over and silently pulled the chair out across from Roach. The two sat in silence for about five minutes. Ghost, not really being arsed, was wondering why the bug was sitting here, alone, looking like he had a million things on his mind. Roach just had no idea what to say, having so much he wanted to ask, but couldn't. Soon enough, the silence was broken.

"What're you doing up, bug?" He stared at Roach, who lifted his head to return the stare.

"Can't sleep." He rested his face in the palm of his hand, "You?"

"Same. Shit, init?"

Roach just nodded in return and went back to gazing at the table.

Silence fell over the two again. Roach looked at Ghost out of the corner of his eye and watched how Ghost just looked down at his coffee. 'I could ask him anything, it's just the two of us. I mean, he couldn't get mad at me. It's only curiosity, but he doesn't really like when shit gets serious. Maybe I won't ask him such a serious question then.'

Roach thought of questions he could actually ask Ghost and really couldn't think of one that wasn't too personal. He thought about it for at least six minutes, thinking whether or not he should ask him, or more importantly, what he should ask him. Would Ghost get mad?

Ghost looked up at Roach to see his lips twitched, his eyebrows all bunched up. To Ghost it looked like Roach was trying to take a shit.

"Something on your mind, bug?" Ghost snapped his fingers right in front of Roach's face, trying to get him out of his daze. Roach looked up and was met with deep blue eyes, eyes that spoke of so many things. To Roach, they spoke volumes. This was his chance to ask him something. Ghost did ask him if something was on his mind, "Well...nah, it's nothing," and with that Roach realized he didn't dare ask Ghost. Unfortunately, Ghost now is more intrigued and wanted to know what Roach was thinking so hard about, "Come on, you share everything."

"Well, it's something I wanted to ask you."

Ghost's face filled with slight panic; he hated talking about himself. He just wanted to block most things out and forget about them. He took a deep breath and hope Roach wasn't going to ask something too personal. He nodded his head, as if to say go on. Roach's eyes widened, he couldn't believe Ghost was saying okay and letting him ask something, "Are you sure?"

Ghost, again, just nodded his head. Roach couldn't look him in the eye while asking the question, so once again he stared at the table, "Why...why don't you like being touched?" Roach lifted his head to see Ghost's reaction and, once again, found himself staring into deep blue eyes. Something was different this time, they looked like they were filled with pain. He watched Ghost chew on his bottom lip. Roach felt horrible, he didn't understand, though he wanted to ask him this questions, now he feels like a dick. He doesn't want to see Ghost like this. He tried quickly to change the conversation, "You know what? It doesn't matter, errmmmm..." He tried to think of something else to talk about.

"How did you know?" The voice was soft and almost a whisper, but Roach's mouth fell open. Ghost talking about himself in a serious way.

"I...watched you and noticed how you freeze up when people touch you." He tried to sound calm, but he doesn't think it worked. He could hear the panic in his voice, so Ghost was easily going to notice.

Ghost nodded slowly and watched Roach carefully, then a small smile appeared on his lips; it looked like he was trying to hold back a little giggle. Confusion was clear all over Roach's face as he watched Ghost trying not to laugh, "What!?"

"It's ermmm...You watched me?"

Roach was completely taken aback by what Ghost had just said, not believing he was almost laughing, "Yeah, you know, how you do when you're bored?"

"Whatever, dude. Who else do you watch then?"

"I watch most people!"

Ghost burst out laughing and tried hard to calm himself down, "I...I know...when you're lying...Roach."

Roach's cheeks were turning red, but why was he so embarrassed? He doesn't normally care when Ghost takes a piss. Ghost had seen him in the shower, fully naked, so why the hell is this bothering him?

"Dude! You're fucking blushing!"

"Fuck off!" Roach quickly got up and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Ghost sat there trying to calm himself down.

Roach collapsed on his bed and covered his face with his arm, letting out a little moan. 'What the fuck was that all about? Getting embarrassed just because of what fucking Ghost said? I do watch most people, don't I? I mean, I don't just watch Ghost, why would I? Argghh, what the fuck is wrong with me?!

Roach let out another little moan, got himself comfortable and finally fell asleep. He dreamed of blue eyes that were filled with pain and he just wanted to make the pain go away.

He woke up the next morning in shock, covered in sweat. He wiped his face with the back of his hand. Laying there, he again covered his face with his arm, having no idea what his dream was about, and to be honest, not wanting to understand it. He looked at his clock and was shocked to see it was 5:30 AM and he was wide awake. He knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep and decided to go take a shower.

Later in the day, after training and lunch, Roach sat up in a tree, looking out at the snow that covered the base. Something caught his eye and saw Ghost heading toward him. 'Great, just great.' was all he could think. Ghost had been joking all day about Roach watching him and calling him 'pervy' all day. Roach rolled his eyes; all he wanted to do was relax. Ghost looked up at Roach, who just pretended Ghost wasn't there.

"Hey, pervy! I bet you can watch everybody really well from up there!"

Roach rolled his eyes, "What do you want, Ghost?"

"MacTavish wants us to work on some intel."

Roach huffed, he hated intel, it was boring.

They sat in a small room with just one table and three chairs in the middle of the room. In the far right corner was a computer. The room was pretty dull; it had white walls, blue carpet and a window that was the size of a shoe box.

Ghost was looking over the intel, trying to find some important information that probably wasn't there, and Roach sat staring into space. He felt weird; he would describe it as an uncomfortable silence, but that wasn't it. He felt tense and shivers kept running down his spine, which he liked, but why? He tried to shake it off, but he couldn't.

"You gonna watch me all day, or so some fucking work?"

Roach watched how Ghost stroked his bottom lip with his index finger. He couldn't do anything but stare at his lips. Fuck knows why, because all he really wanted to do was look away. Ghost had a smug smile on his lips, "Roach."

Ghost snapped his fingers, which soon got Roach's attention, "Wh-what?"

"What the fucking is wrong with you?"

Roach rubbed his eyes, "Nothing." Roach's eyes shot open as he realized something. He looked down and was horrified. He looked at Ghost and then the door; could he make it? He's sure he could. While Ghost worked, Roach quickly made for the door. Ghost just looked up, shocked, as Roach ran. "Roach!" Ghost sat there, baffled.

Roach ran towards his room and slammed the door. He slid down the door to the floor and put his head in his hands, having no idea what the hell was happening to him. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?!"

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