MacTavish sighed and shoved his hands into the pockets of his cargo pants as he pushed open the mess hall door with his shoulder. He hated going to meals, but was required to. Someone had to watch the soldiers to make sure no fights broke out. And since Price refused to and Ghost was often one of the people who needing watching, it was up to MacTavish.
" Just a load of bampots." The captain mumbled in annoyance as his eyes fell on Roach's usual table. The young sergeant was biting at an apple and watching attentively as Meat and Worm shoved giant forkfuls of food into their mouths, racing to see who could finish first.
" Bloody disgusting." The Scotsmen groaned as he approached Ghosts table. The lieutenant was sitting alone, his head down on the table. What was even more odd than the fact he was alone was the fact he was unmasked.
" Ghost?"
No reply.
" Mate?"
Nothing.
MacTavishs curiosity took over him as he leaned over the table and place a hand on his friends shoulder. Instantly Ghost shot up and grabbed his superiors hand, his instincts coming before reason as usual.
" Sorry sir." The Englishman muttered sickly, relaxing. He looked exhausted.
" You alright?" MacTavish asked, concerned " You look like your about to puke all over the place."
Ghost rubbed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
" Im fine."
" You sure?"
" Aye."
MacTavish studied the younger mans face and cocked an eyebrow.
" You have the flu." He announced, smiling mockingly. Ghost scoffed.
" Do not."
" Do to."
" Do not!"
" Do to ya bloody muppet!"
Ghost rolled his eyes and shakily stood.
" I don't need to take shite from-"
Halfway up he tripped clumsily over the leg of his chair and fell face first on the floor.
" You." He finished.
MacTavish leaned back in his chair and waited a few seconds.
" You gunna get up Ghost?"
" If I could I would."
" You need help?"
"…. Aye."
" You gunna admit your sick?"
" Aye."
" Good."
The captain stood and grabbed Ghost by the back of the jacket, hauling him up off the floor. He smiled to himself as Ghost leaned heavily on him, tripping over himself like a drunk as he was led to the door.
" Come on mate, lets go get some sleep."
" T-thanks Roach."
" …. Im MacTavish."
" Whatever."