Roach sighed as he entered the mess hall.
" Calling Worm an idiot would be an insult to stupid people."
He headed to the table were Captain MacTavish , Ghost, and Price sit to get a plastic cup.
" Why is it Americans have to choose from just two people for president, but fifty for Miss America?" Ghost asked as he took a sip of tea. MacTavish shrugged and Price ignored the question all together.
" Americans are not exactly-"
MacTavish was distracted from his answer by Roach as he leaned over the table and grabbed a clear plastic cup.
" What's that for boy?" Price asked curiously. Roach stopped halfway to the door and looked over his shoulder.
" There's something under my bed I would rather not have there"
Once the sergeant left Price turned to MacTavish, one eyebrow raised.
" That boy gets weirder and weirder."
Ghost pretended to wipe a tear from his eye as he pulled his mask and sunglasses out from his pocket.
" They grow up so fast."
Both captains laughed.
" Can you throw me my boots?" Royce asked Worm from his top bunk bed.
" Get off your ass and them yourself." Worm scoffed. Royce shook his head.
" Not with that's fucking spider around, iv been bit by one of those before. Its not pretty."
Worm rolled his eyes.
" Who's not pretty?" A third voice cut in. Both men turned to see Meat strolling in the door.
" Not who, what." Royce replied. " There is a huge ass spider in here."
Meat ginned.
" Oh sweet, I love spiders!"
" To bad they don't love you." Roach snickered as he walked in. Meat watched him curiously as he crawled halfway under his bunk, cup in hand.
" On the hunt for the boogie man are we?"
Worm and Royce laughed as Roach squirmed further under his bunk. It looked like he was searching for treasure of some shit.
" Save your breath, you'll need it to blow up your date." Roach responded as he crawled back out from under the bunk, one gloved hand clasped over the mouth of the cup.
" Jesus!" Meat exclaimed at the size of the spider, trapped in its plastic prison. Roach nodded.
" I think im going to name him Marley."
" Worm, Royce, your up at the shooting range." Ghost announced as he entered the men's shared tent.
" Yes, sir!" Both answered as they turned to leave. Ghost raised an eyebrow as he observed Roach and Meat at the other side of the tent, staring at something.
" What the bloody hell are you guys up to?" He asked. Roach turned around and smiled.
" Ghost! Come check this out.!"
Ghost suspiciously approached the two men. He was instantly shocked by fear by what he saw. On the desk was a large spider trapped in a plastic cup. His throat tightened a little.
" I-is that a spider?"
" Yeah, it was trying to make sweet love to Roach, we named him killer." Meat answered with a laugh.
" Was not." Roach growled. " And were naming him Marley."
" Your not keeping that thing, are you?" Ghost asked. Roach picked up on his friends nervous tone.
" I guess. Is that-"
" No!" Ghost snapped, cutting off Roach. " You are not keeping that bloody thing and that is final!" He commanded in a serious tone as he hurried out of the tent. Roach and Meat looked at each other in question.
" What was his problem?" Roach asked. An evil grin spread on Meats face.
" I have an idea."