Disclaimer: Forgot to put this in my other stories, but I don't own Call of Duty. :/ I just have the game.
Type: Modern Warfare 2
Title: Cockroaches Jump Pretty Far
Genre: Humor
Main Character(s): Roach and Rocket
Rating: T
Thump thump thump. "Damn it!"
Rocket eyebrows knitted into confusion as he looked up from his brunch.
Stomp stomp stomp. Silence. Thump "AAAGGGHH!"
Rocket arched his eyebrow as he soon heard curses and swears. He set his kitchen utensils down and stood up. He sighed as he made his way out the door and down the hall.
The thumping and yelling became louder with each step. Rocket opened the door to the outside, shocked to the scene in front of him.
It was Roach who was making all the noise. He was covered in sand, patches of brown covered his pants, and he was sweating crazy. Roach had a stick and was using it to draw a line into the ground. Other lines were found near it. A jump rope not far from Roach's feet.
Rocket raised an eyebrow, "What're you doing?"
Roach turned his attention to Rocket. An awkward silence came between them as Roach darted his eyes from the ground to Rocket. Roach smiled sheepishly, "Jumping?"
Rocket looked at the lines on the ground, "Are you trying to do the Long Jump or something?" Rocket crossed his arms as Roach blushed slightly.
Roach looked away, hiding his blush. "Stop asking questions already, man! This isn't any of your business!"
Rocket stayed silent, along with Roach who still avoided eye contact. Rocket walked toward Roach and ushered him away from the lines, Roach puffed his cheeks in response.
As if knowing what Rocket was going to do, Roach pointed at the first line away from the others. Letters were scrawled underneath it reading 'jump' with capital letters and an exclamation point at the end.
Rocket walked farther from the first line, as he turned around he gave Roach a smirk. Roach crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. Rocket got down on one knee, then into a running position, he looked at Roach for clearance.
Roach blinked, "What?"
Rocket chuckled, "You're supposed to tell me when to go."
Roach mouthed an 'o' in response. He took out a rag from his back pocket and held it out in the air. "On your marks…" Rocket took a breath. "Get set…" Rocket raised his stance. "Go!" And off Rocket went.
Roach watched in amazement as Rocket ran to the jump line, it looked as if Rocket was hovering. But once Rocket jumped Roach gasped in surprise, it was as if he was soaring in the sky.
Rocket landed gracefully on the ground, slowly standing up and looking behind him to see where he landed. He made a line with the heel of his foot, indicating where he landed, and wrote 'Rocket' underneath it.
Rocket whistled, "Wow, I guess I improved since High School."
Roach crossed his arms childishly as Rocket turned to him, giving Roach a smug grin. Roach looked at his own jumps, pouting when he realized that he himself was a terrible jumper.
Rocket laughed as he saw what Roach was looking at. He walked over to Roach and gave him a noogie, to which Roach responded by screaming and struggling in Rocket's grasp.
Rocket released Roach and chuckled, "Y'know, cockroaches jump pretty far."
Roach cheeks reddened at the joke of his name, he punched Rocket in the arm. "That's not why I have my name."
Rocket grinned as he rubbed his arm, "Yeah, yeah. I'm just making a small joke."
Rocket rolled his eyes in amusement as Roach made his way back at the starting point. Rocket walked back towards the base, waving his hand in the air. "I'll get us some refreshments, I know this is gonna be a long day."
Roach shifted his eyes at Rocket, "Hey, get me an orange popsicle while you're in there!"
Rocket laughed while Roach ran to the jump line.