A/n: I decided I would write a series of Modern Warfare oneshots. Anticipating MW3, it is inspiring me to write, yay!
Disclaimer: I do not own Cod4 or MW2. The games and characters belong to Infinity Ward.
Sick Day
Gary Sanderson lay on his bunk, his eyes dull and his face flushed. It hurt to talk and it hurt to walk. He was sick.
"Come on man, get up! Ghost is gonna kick your ass!" Meat had said, grinning and shaking Roach.
"Five minutes, seriously," Roach said, sniffling.
It had been a full ten minutes, and Roach could barely move. Suddenly, the door flung open, painful sunlight pouring in. Roach shielded his eyes, catching a glimpse of a man in the doorway.
There stood Ghost, tall and menacing, wearing his skull mask, a t-shirt, and fatigues, holding a large thermometer.
"If you're faking it, you'd better start running," Ghost said, advancing at Roach.
Roach just coughed, the sound of mucus noticeable.
"Now, there's three places I could stick this thing..." Ghost held up the thermometer.
Roach's eyes widened in fear, and he grabbed the thermometer quickly, putting it under his tongue. Ghost chuckled and checked the reading.
103.1.
"Pshh, I went through an entire cover op at 110. Get up," he said.
Roach highly doubted this, but knew better than to disobey orders. He got out of bed, groaning. His whole body ached. Ghost left, and roach pulled on his clothes, heading outside. When he got to the track, the rest of the men were doing push-ups.
"Glad you could join us slacker. Fifty, then a mile. You know the drill," Ghost said, then began to lecture the men on the importance of push-ups.
Roach dropped down next to Royce, groaning.
"Dude, you don't look good," Royce said.
"My temperature is 103," Roach muttered.
"Can't you take medical leave for the day?"
"Ghost won't let me."
"Sucks dude, sorry."
About a quarter mile through his run, Roach had broken out in a cold sweat. His whole body however, was burning, and he was sure he would shatter if this went on. Suddenly, his stomach was in his throat. He ran off the track and heaved, throwing up in the grass. He looked up, seeing Ghost running over.
"Dammit," Roach mumbled to himself.
"What's up mate?" Ghost asked.
"I'm fine, sorry sir," Roach said, starting back towards the track.
Roach felt a hand on his shoulder.
"No you're not. Head to medical, rest up," Ghost said.
Roach was a bit surprised. He had almost thought the man was incapable of compassion, or at least basic kindness. Ghost patted him on the back and headed back to his chair. Roach smiled, and headed towards the medical building.
How was this? It's been a while since I've written Call of Duty. Have any of you read How They Met: A Roach Tale by Gazlover12? Well, that's my sis, and I wrote that story! She has credited it to me don't worry, I'm not being evil :) or am I? muahaha! anyways, hope you all enjoy this! More one shots on the wayyyy!