I'm more of a follower than a leader really, I was never really that confident.
But being captain felt damn good, no matter my disposition.
"I can put my feet on the desk," I announced to the pencil I was playing with as I lazily threw my feet up "Cause I'm the captain."
Suddenly my computer made an unusual noise and something popped up obnoxiously. I tilted my head curiously and clicked on it, not knowing what it was. As it loaded I went back to the pencil, twirling it clumsily between my fingers.
"SANFERSON GET YOUR BLOODY FEET DOWN!"
"BAAAAHHHH FUCK!"
I jumped clear from my seat and fell backwards, dumping like a sack of rocks onto the wooden floor
I probably would have laughed my ass off if it didn't hurt so badly. I groaned something incoherently and grabbed the edge of my desk, hauling myself up. I turned to my computer dumbly, following the sound of uncontrolled laughter.
It was Ghost.
He was on video chat, worn scull mask grinning maniacally at me.
I need to stop randomly clicking pop ups, it's going to be the death of me I swear. I practically fell back into my chair, heart still thumping.
"Damn, thought I got rid of you." I murmured, trying to conceal a grin. Ghost let out another short laugh as he tugged off his mask, which was a sign of friendship in his psychopathic world. Thick brown hair fell in front of his eyes and he pushed it back.
"You're not so lucky, I'm afraid."
"Good to see you still look like a scarred up hippie."
"Bite me."
I let the grin lose and leaned back once again, waiting for some type of compliment about my recent success.
"So, you still sleep with a nightlight?"
Damn, not a "Good job" or even an "I miss you"
"No, no I do not." I answered proudly, crossing my arms over my chest.
I'm such a fucking liar.
Ghost raised an eyebrow, looking me over.
"You're still a skimpy little loud mouth, aren't ya?"
"Damn strait."
Ghost was about to say something, but we both stopped when a knock came at my office door. I looked around the computer.
"Come in!"
Sgnt. Harold Lily poked his head apprehensively in, his eyes just barely visible under the bill of the cap he was wearing.
"Ah, am I bothering you sir? I have the reports finished."
My eyebrows raised in surprise. I had only asked for those reports an hour ago. This kid is good, really good. Lily was probably my favorite out of the team, mostly because he was like a blonde copy of me. Small and awkward, he was practically a Roach junior. I reached out and took the folder from him, offering a smile.
"Not bad, thanks kid."
Calling someone else kid felt amazing; I'm not going to lie. He nodded and gave a rushed "Thank you sir," Before rushing off, the door gently falling shut behind him.
"Bloody hell, he's just like you." Ghost announced in surprise, smiling. I turned to him and nodded.
"A little, but not just like m-"
I was interrupted by a crash and a frustrated "Fuck!" as Lily tripped on the steps leading to my office and fell at least halfway down. I peered past my computer once again, looking to the door.
"You alright?" I called.
"Yes sir!"
Ghost chuckled and sighed, shaking his head.
"Like I said, just like you."
Authors note: I guess this is assuming that Ghost and Roach survived Modern Warfare 2. I don't really know, I've had this idea in my head for like two months and I just had to write it. I could probably make a full story out of this with a few more chapters if anyone likes it enough.
