MacTavish looked up from his paperwork and smiled warmly at Royce as he walked into the recreation room.

" What you got there, mate?" The captain asked curiously, noticing that Royce was reading a piece of colorful paper.

" Some advertisement for a carnival that's coming to the town a few miles from here. Some chick was handing them out." The soldier answered with a shrug as he headed for the nearest garbage can to throw it out.

" Really?" The captain asked with interest. Royce stopped halfway to the trash can and turned to his captain, eyebrow raised.

" Would you like to see it captain?"

" Aye, bring it here."

Royce tilted his head in thought as is superior read the advertisement. Why did the captain care about a stupid carnival? Suddenly he knew why and smiled.

" You might be able to drag Roach to that, but there is no way im going."

MacTavish looked up and laughed.

" You're a smart one, Royce."

Mean while…..

Roach yawned as he leaned back in his chair. He looked across the table at Ghost, who was inventively reading one of his large assortment of books. Often the younger man would join his friend in the mess hall after dinner to enjoy the silence, which he didn't get much of when he was with his room mates. But today the silence seemed, well, a little to quite.

" Hey Ghost?"

Ghost marked his place in his book and looked up. His face was masked, as usual.

" Hmm?"

" What would you do for a Klondike bar?"

Ghost just stared at Roach for a few seconds, then answered.

" Come again?"

" A Klondike bar! You know! Those ice cream thingies?"

Ghost shook his head suspiciously.

" I don't have a bloody clue what that is."

Roach's eyebrows shot up.

" You mean to tell me they don't have Klondike bars in-"

" Gentlemen." A third voice cut in. Both men turned towards the door to find MacTavish, holding a colorful piece of paper.

" I know what we are going to do tomorrow." He proclaimed as he approached the table. He held up the paper for his two friends to read. Roach grinned wide and Ghost groaned.

" Your not dragging me to that." The Englishmen announced.

" Oh man! I want to go!" Roach said with a laugh as he read over the paper once again. Roach's eagerness gave MacTavish an idea as he looked at Ghost, who had already turned back to his book. He turned to Roach, who looked like he was about to explode with juvenile excitement.

" Roach. Ill take you to the carnival if, and only if, you convince Ghost and Price to come."

Roach's green eyes widened and he turned to Ghost.

" Ghost?"

" No." The older man shot. No was no.

" Pleeeaaaassseee?"

" No."

Ghost looked up and intended to give Roach a stern look, but was intercepted by the 21 year olds famous " Puppy eyes."

" Well….. I don't….. I have to…. Oh bloody hell fine ill go." He mumbled with a sigh. The stern look wouldn't have worked anyways, he was wearing his mask and sunglasses.

" Yes!" Roach yelled in triumph. MacTavish chuckled as Ghost miserably shook his head, unable to believe what he just agreed to.

" Alright, you got one. Get Price in the morning and the deal is sealed."

Roach nodded.

" Yes sir!"