Ghost was sitting in the rec room thinking about training this morning. Everything had gone the way it normally did, with him shouting orders and drills at the men, while they had to run a mile and do a rigorous training course. But, the one soldier that stood out from the rest was Roach. He usually didn't talk much to begin with, but this morning he had been quieter than usual. After the morning run while the others were catching their breaths, he sat down under a tree, looking absolutely terrible. Not long after he sat down did a coughing fit start, the sound of mucus could be clearly heard rattling around in his chest. Ghost hadn't been too concerned about his friends health, partly because colds weren't uncommon on base, secondly because it couldn't have been too serious if he had completed a whole days training without incident until then. Ghost sighed to himself and made a mental note to check on Roach in the morning.

The next day

Roach hadn't showed up for breakfast this morning. Ghost walked around base, checking the places Roach liked to go when he wanted to be alone. When Roach wasn't in those normal places, he checked the last possible place Roach could be…his room. He knew Roach didn't like staying in his room because of his roommates, they were absolute weirdoes. Whenever the team had free days off, they were either fist fighting on the floor or getting so drunk they could barely spell their own names. Ghost didn't even realize it when he had arrived at…the room. Only God knew what strange activities took place in there, sighing he reached out and knocked…no answer. Instead of knocking again, Ghost let himself in. Low and behold, there was Roach wrapped up tightly in blankets fast asleep. Ghost walked over to the bed and silently knelt down next to it. He shook Roach gently, trying to wake him up…nothing. He tried again, this time shaking him more roughly then before. When Roach still didn't stir he checked his pulse, it was fast and irregular, and he also noticed that his skin was hot to the touch. He placed the back of his hand on Roach's forehead only to discover he had a dangerously high fever. Only then did friend stir, his green eyes opening slowly. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light he looked over at Ghost he was hovering next to his bed. His expressions were unreadable behind his mask.

"Ghost?" Roach finally said with a hoarse voice.

"Yeah, it's me mate. Are you feeling alright?" Ghost asked his pale friend, already knowing that he wasn't.

"No, I think I have the flu." He simply stated his voice cracking as he did so.

"Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick? You should have gone to medical and gotten some rest." Ghost questioned, baffled at his friends decision to try and suffer through it.

"I don't know. I'm a soldier not a doctor. "Roach said, trying to lighten the mood. Luckily it worked.

"Aye, that you are. Come on, I'm taking you to the infirmary." Ghost said as he helped the weak sergeant to his feet.

"Ghost?"

"Yeah mate?"

"Thanks" Roach said, as he allowed himself to be lead down the hallway towards the infirmary.

"No problem."

Well, I made this one-shot after deleting my other story Operation:Flu Shot. I wasn't happy with the way I started it so I decided instead to make a one-shot of Roach actually sick with the flu. Leave a review and if you're mad at me for not continuing I understand, just don't leave it in the review. Pm me instead.