Roach laced his fingers behind his head and yawned, stretching out on Ghosts bed. He stared up at the dimly lit ceiling, listing to the classical music drift through the air from his lover's computer.

"I honestly don't understand your fascination with this music," The sergeant mumbled, turning his head towards the desk "It sucks."

"I wouldn't expect you too." Ghost replied softly, not looking from the computer screen "I'm not dating you for your smarts, mate."

Roach sat up, a cocky smile on his face. He walked across the bedroom and placed his hands on the lieutenant's shoulders.

"So, im good looking?"

Ghost still didn't bother looking up. He sighed heavily, thinking.

"You're….. Charming, I suppose."

Roach's cocky smile turned to a disappointed frown. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I see how it is."

With that he walked back towards the bed, knowing Ghost would object before he even made it halfway.

"Hold on, bloody hell. I'm sorry, alright?"

Roach kept his back turned, smiling in satisfaction. It was so nice to know he had one of the most highly trained Task Force members on a string. He thought about how he could use this situation to his advantage.

Then, a certain song began to play from Ghosts computer. Roach turned around.

"You know, this music is good to waltz too."

Ghosts blue eyes widened slightly behind their tinted sunglasses. He knew what was coming, but he was going to play dumb as long as possible.

"Aye, I suppose…. Wanna have sex?"

Roach shook his head deviously. He walked over and grabbed Ghost by the arm, hauling him out of his chair.

"Oh no, I'm teaching you how to dance."

The Englishman groaned miserably as Roach locked hands with him, making each step slow and easy to follow while insisting in would be "fun."

Ghost swore and stumbled clumsily as he accidentally stepped on Roach's feet. The smaller man laughed, causing Ghost to blush slightly under his mask.

"This is fuckin stupid." He growled in frustration, staring down at Roach's feet in an attempt to follow as the smaller man sped up a little.

In retaliation, Roach shoved Ghost into the corner of his desk. The Englishman let out a yelp of pain as Roach kept the dance going, unable to keep back a laugh.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Ghost gritted his teeth in annoyance, then sighed and smiled. He seized revenge by slamming Roach into a wall.

"Oh, nothing."

Roach threw his weight into Ghost, sending them both onto the bed. He pinned Ghosts arms down over his head and leaned his face in close.

"Now, we can have sex."

"No complaints here mate."

Authors note: Sorry this is short and not very good, but I haven't written a Call Of Duty story in a while, so I thought this would be good :)