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Fight
Four men sat around the lounge of the Task Force base in Afghanistan. Their conversation had taken up an interesting topic.
"Mactavish could kick Ghost's ass!" Meat said.
"Well they could both kick yours," Royce said.
"What about the General? Think he could take the Captain down?" Worm asked.
"It'd be a tough fight," Roach said.
The men had been discussing who could beat each other in a fist fight. It was pretty amusing. Then, Ghost came into the lounge, his mask on, his sunglasses missing. He saw the men and rolled his eyes, heading to the coffee machine. Suddenly, Meat had an idea.
"Hey Lieutenant, Roach says he could kick your ass in a fist fight," he said, grinning evilly at Roach.
Roach did a double take, and his heart rate went crazy.
"No, I-"
"Is that so?" Ghost said calmly, stirring his coffee.
"Sir, he's-"
"Well Roach, maybe we should fight then. Say, after dinner?"
With that, Ghost took his coffee and left, ignoring a spluttering, terrified Roach, attempting to convince him not to fight. Meat smiled widely.
"He'll destroy you!" Meat said.
Roach let out a scream of fury and jumped at Meat, who easily overpowered him, pinning him to the floor and sitting on his face, laughing the entire time. They went to dinner at six, Roach mumbling curses the entire way to the mess hall. He just sat through dinner, staring at his uneaten cheeseburger. Meat was quite happy however, grabbing the burger and eating it in one bite.
"Look over there dude," Royce said, nudging Roach.
Ghost sat at the far table, alone, staring directly at Roach. He cracked his neck, then his knuckles. He picked up a metal fork from the table, and bent it into a circle. Roach gulped and got up, rushing out. The cool night air felt good. Roach didn't even notice that someone else was there as well.
"Roach, what are you doing out here?"
Captain Mactavish leaned against the wall of the mess hall, smoking a cigar. Roach suddenly felt a huge wave of relief. Captain Mactavish was funny, really nice, and tough as hell. He wouldn't let Ghost touch him.
"Oh, just needed some fresh air sir," Roach said, smiling.
"Same here. You know, you're the lucky ones. I've been swamped with paperwork all day. They actually still keep track of exactly how many shots are fired at the range," Mactavish chuckled lightly.
"Sorry sir, sounds boring. At least you're not harassed by Meat every day."
"That lad's trouble. He'll get himself beaten up some day. Speaking of which, you sticking around for this fight?"
Roach's heart raced, and his palms grew sweaty.
"Fight, sir?"
"Aye, some poor lad challenged Ghost to a fist fight. Last guy who did that spent a week in medical, pissing through a tube. I guess I'll have to break it up if it gets that bad though," Mactavish said, taking a drag on his cigar.
Roach just turned and ran, as fast as his legs could carry him, to the barracks. A large group of men stood there, cheering. Roach stopped, and the circle opened. Ghost stood in the center, wearing a white shirt and camouflage pants, mask, sunglasses, and steel toed boots. Roach turned on his heel, only to find Mactavish behind him, carrying a wooden bat, an ominous look on his face. He felt a hand grab his collar, and throw him into the ring.
"Hey pansy, thought you wouldn't show," Ghost said, resulting in cheers.
Roach saw Mactavish close the circle, yelling, "Wallop his ass, Ghost!"
Ghost grabbed Roach by the arms, and pinned him to the ground.
"Sir, we can't fight," Roach yelled, horrified.
"Why not? Scared are you? Don't worry, I wont go easy," he said, picking Roach up and throwing him at the wall of people.
Meat caught him, throwing him back towards Ghost. Ghost then tripped him, and he landed flat on his face. The men laughed as Roach looked up at the huge figure. Mactavish tossed him the bat, and he caught it.
"Time for the pain," Ghost said, and grabbed Roach by the arm.
He dragged him into the barracks and slammed the door shut. Roach was sure he would suffer. Even Mactavish wasn't protecting him, he was instigating this. Ghost then yelled loudly and began to beat the walls with the bat. Roach cowered on the floor, until Ghost began to openly laugh.
"Don't worry mate, I'm not gonna kill you. Take this, it's time for revenge," Ghost said, tossing Roach a tube of fake blood.
Roach just stared at it, his shakiness dying down.
"But, you were so convincing..."
"Me and 'Tavish love the scare tactic. Sorry mate, but it's pretty funny. We spent an hour planning this out before dinner, and the lead was so perfect. Now put that on, and we'll make Meat pay," Ghost said, and began to yell and beat the walls again.
Roach grinned putting the fake blood all over his face, and tore his shirt up a bit.
"Thanks sir," Roach said happily.
"No problem. Now let's make this convincing."
From Meat's point of view, Roach was thrown from the barracks, bloody and broken, moaning in pain. Ghost walked out and raised the bat, which was covered in blood.
"You!" he yelled, pointing at Meat, running at him.
Meat let out a shrill scream and bolted, Ghost chasing him. The chase lasted ten minutes, before Ghost had pinned him down. Roach had retrieved some rope, and the tied him upside down from a tree. Roach and Ghost both laughed, shaking hands before leaving Meat hanging there to wallow in self pity.
"This sucks," was all he could say.
Two chapters in one day! Yippee! Hope you liked it, reviews welcome :)
