Roach found himself walking down the hallway, soon to come across Meat, who was standing around the corner of the hall looking like he was trying not to laugh. This couldn't be good... Last time he was like this, Roach came to the unfortunate discovery of his boots glued to the ceiling. With him in them (don't ask, it's a LONG story)... What could he be planning this time?

"Meat, what are you-?"

"Shut up, Roach!" Meat hushed and peaked around the corner again seeing no one, he looked back to Roach. "I'm gonna get Archer. He still owes me money from that bet last month."

Roach showed no particular expression. Instead he waved Meat off and sighed, not looking. "You're obsessed. Oh, and by the way, Archer's coming."

"WHAT?" In that moment, Meat pulled the rope in his grip harder than he pulled anything in his life, not even sparring the victim a glance as paint rained down followed by a scream. A moment later, the scream was followed up by the man's enraged shouting.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL? WHO DID THIS?"

Never had Roach seen the color drain from Meat's face so fast. He hadn't spilled the paint on Archer, Roach had said that he was coming simply because he thought no one was. But he hadn't seen a now scarlet painted Ghost. Said brit was standing soaked in paint before tearing off his now opaque sunglasses and glaring every which way for the man responcible. Now if looks could kill, Roach and Meat would both be insinerated.

Ghost stormed towards them, leaving a trail of paint where he walked. "WHICH ONE OF YOU WANKERS DID THIS?" He snapped, gesturing to his now scarlet clothes.

Meat shouted out, "IT WAS ROACH!" Then bolted, leaving the Sergeant to face Ghost's wrath alone.

Now you're probably expecting him to of been pumbled. Well, he was even sure of that himself. But it didn't happen. Instead, Ghost had grabbed him by the shirt collar and growled out lowly, "This. Means. War."

In that moment, Roach was left to clean up the paint while Ghost cleaned himself up. But his mind was hardly on the red mess, it was more on what Ghost planned on doing to him. He'd deal with more training, but he couldn't coap with the idea of Ghost tearing him limb from limb.

"I'm so dead..." He murmered before putting his head in his hands. He needed to act quick, before Ghost had his way with him and possibly killed him.

Ghost stormed into the showers and pulled off his mask, reveiling his relitively clean face, a ring of red around where his sunglasses and mask didn't cover. Stupid bug...

"Ghost?"

He turned around to see MacTavish leaning against the wall, though at first he saw no emotion, a smirk came to play on his lips. A coy look only meant to aggitate him. And it was working.

"The bugger dropped a can of paint on me." He explained with exhasperation leaking in his voice. "And now, I'm going to get him back."

"Roach?" The Captain raised an eyebrow. "He's hardly the prank type."

"But he did!" Ghost snapped, still irritable from his humiliating treck across the barracks covered in wet, red paint. "Meat was even there with him!"

Now MacTavish laughed.

"What's so funny?" Clearly he didn't get it.

"Think about it." He chuckled. "If Meat was there with Roach, who do you think is more likely to have been responcible."

Ghost facepalmed, leaving a red handprint where his hand was. "I should've known... I'll get him back later. Now I've declared war on Roach."

"You can't be serious..." MacTavish breathed.

"If you will, Sir, you could join my side." Ghost then brought up. If he was going against Meat as well, he'd need SOMEONE to watch his back. Who better than his Captain?

"Don't even bother, Ghost." He answered. "I'm sticking out of this one."

Well it was he joins or he suffers Ghost's wrath as well. "Alright, I understand. You're just being a prat. Now come here!" In that moment he held his arms out, and MacTavish pushed from the wall and backed away from the second in command.

"Hold on, there's no reason to-."

"Just get over here."

"No, I'd rather not." The Captain reasoned. "You're still covered in paint."

Ghost grinned evilly before tackling the man and wrap his arms around him while the higher ranked tried to pry him off with little sucess. He let go when he figured that he coated him with enough paint.

MacTavish stared at the large red stains all over his once clean white tee shirt and the knees of his jeans for a long moment. Then he glared. "You've made a horrible mistake this time. Don't expect any mercy from me." And with that, he left, Ghost sighed heavily when he realized what his actions had brought him.

"Dammit... I'm the prat here..." He grumbled. "Now I have him on my arse..." He returned to the sink to find a sight he hadn't expected, his mask was missing, a red stain where it had sat on the sink proved of it's once being there. "CAPTAIN!" He then charged out to get his mask back from the man. He still held faint hopes that he could wash out the paint.

In the shared room, Roach sat on his bunk staring at the floor. He had just finished cleaning up, and now he was stuck with Meat, Worm, and Scarecrow all staring at him curiously. Well Meat's look was more like he was amused by Roach's misery.

"So what happened?" Scarecrow asked, taking note of the red stains on Roach's knees and shins from kneeling down to clean the paint.

Through narrowed eyes, he glared at him then at Meat. "Ask HIM." He spat, vemon leaking in his voice. "HE got me into a mess I'd rather not be in!"

Scarecrow and Worm both looked at Meat, who had made himself comfortable on the top bunk on the other side of the room. Meat chuckled. "So I let you take the slide for a mix up in a prank, big deal." How could he just wave this situation of is beyond them, because while he was acting like it was no big deal Roach was contridicting it with his gloom and anger.

"It IS a big deal!" Roach insisted, jumping to his feet with fists clenched at his sides. "YOU pinned the blame on me! Now Ghost wants to tear me to shreds!"

This obviously sparked the other twos' interests. Worm cut in before Roach could continue his tirade. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Ghost? Okay, what the fuck happened?"

Meat shrugged casually. "I was planning on dumping a ton of paint on Archer, he still owes me money after all, and Roach came in and told me he was coming. So I pulled the rope and I realized that he had me dump the paint on Ghost. So I gave him the blame for something that was his fault. So, Roach, quit acting like you're the victim here and get over it."

Roach could feel his face burning, and everyone could see it go red. "I AM THE VICTIM HERE YOU BASTARD!" Meat looked taken aback by the outburst, while Worm and Scarecrow were simply shocked. It wasn't like Roach to get so histarical over anything. "YOU LEFT ME WITH THE BLAME AND NOW GHOST WANTS TO KILL ME! HE SAID THAT IT MEANT WAR! NOW I'LL PROBABLY BE TORN TO RIBBONS AND ONE OF MY LUNGS BE HUNG UP ON THE FLAGPOLE!"

The antagonized man blinked. "You're exaggerating. Ghost didn't say that."

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?" Roach hissed. "YOU RAN OFF AS SOON AS YOU THREW ME UNDER THE BUS! HE DID SAY THAT! AND HE MEANT IT!"

Before Meat could put up an arguement, he was clocked by the first thing Roach could get his hands on, his boot. Whiel Meat fell backwards, Roach stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind him. This left Meat on the floor rubbing his now bloody nose, and Scarecrow and Worm too dumbfounded to speak. What could they say? This was very much unlike Roach. But they weren't going to go after him just yet, they needed to let him cool down first. But they agreed on one thing in the silence of the room, they'd help him defend himself against Ghost and his prank onslaughter. It was the least they could do to help their friend.

Heck Worm could also talk Toad and Archer into helping as well as Scarecrow getting Ozone and Rook into the game as well. They needed all the help that they could get. Meat would have to hold his own.

This was only the beginning of the prank war.