"Where's Roach?" Captain MacTavish asked as he walked in to the communications room. Ghost looked up from the computer he had been typing on.
"what do I look like? The boys mum?"
"No comment."
Just as Ghost opened his mouth to reply, meat and worm burst into the room, laughing and shoving each other. They bragged about "taking care of business." to Archer, who was typing a report on the last mission for Ghost, since he was swamped with paper work as it was. Ghost sighed and rolled his eyes as he stood from the desk.
" I think I have an Idea."
MacTavish raised an eyebrow.
"Alright guys! This shit isn't fucking funny!" Roach called from the tight space of his locker. He peered through the vent to find the locker room empty. This wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't claustrophobic. He was really starting to freak out, what if no one finds him? Roach backed up as far as he could and rammed the locker door, he bounced off it and hit the back wall. Not even a dent. He had always known being a runt had its down sides, but this was just ridiculous. He could hack any computer, handle any weapon, and was well trained in hand to hand combat, but he couldn't get out of his own friggin locker. It was like high school over again. And just like in high school he began to hyperventilate as he desperately pounded on the locker door.
"Oh for fucks sakes, is anyone out there? This isn't funny you fuckers!" his hyperventilation became worse and his vision began to blur. Oh god, he was going to throw up, in the locker. He imagined meat and worm opining the locker to let him out, and finding his in the fetal position, covered in puke. No way, not in here. Suddenly he heard footsteps.
"Roach?" he heard MacTavish call.
" Ah fuck, I'm in here, sir!" this was so embarrassing, but MacTavish was a nice guy, he would forget all about this by tomorrow.
" Bloody hell, again with the locker, mate?" Roach heard Ghost ask as the footsteps became closer. Not ghost! Roach thought, shaking his head. Ghost will never let down the fact this was the second time this week he was shoved into his own locker. Suddenly Ghost and The captain appeared in front of his locker. Roach peered through the vents and sighed. He wasn't sure if it was a sigh of relief or not. MacTavish had one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. Though Ghost was wearing his mask, Roach could tell he had the same look.
" Ah, you guys can make fun of me later, just let me the hell out of here." Roach leaned all his weight against the locker door, trying to keep himself from passing out.
" I don't know mate! You were complaining over lack or privacy the other day!" Ghost announced. MacTavish began to chuckle as Ghost crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for a response. Roaches fear was turning to anger. Not only were they his superiors, but his friends, and friends don let friends pass out in lockers.
" Guuuuuuys!" Roach groaned, banging his fist on the door. " I'm gunna puke!"
Suddenly his captains face turned slightly more serious. He turned to Ghost.
" Is he claustrophobic?"
Ghost shrugged. This has seriously gone on way to long.
" Now!" Roach demanded, kicking the locker. Ghost threw up his hands in submission.
" Alright mate! Bloody hell! What's your combo?"
"24, 34, 10."
Ghost put in the code and MacTavish grabbed the handle to the door. The only problem was Roach was still leaning against the door, and when his captain opened it he came, as it seemed, flying out. He hit the concrete floor face first with a thud.
" Damn!" MacTavish exclaimed, Ghost just burst out laughing. Roach shifted onto his hands and knees.
" how long were you in there mate!"
Roaches only response was a gag, then a full out up chuck. Green and yellow spew pooled onto the floor. MacTavish and Ghost looked at each other in shock. Roach coughed and studied at his puke.
" I don't remember eating corn!"
