Ghost slowly came back into conciseness, his head spinning. Once his eyes finally adjusted to the blaring lights he realized he was in the infirmary.
"Mornin blue eyes."
The Englishman snapped his head to the right in surprise. MacTavish was sitting at his bed side, a book in his lap.
"Welcome back to the living mate."
Ghost tried to speak but ended up choking on the saliva that had built up in his mouth. He dragged himself into a sitting position, fighting back dizziness. MacTavish handed him a glass of water and laughed.
"Sleep well?"
Ghost sipped the water and rolled his eyes.
"Aye, wonder-fuckin-ful. What happened?"
MacTavishs jaw dropped slightly.
"You…. You don't remember anything?"
Ghost noticed his mask on the bedside table and grabbed it.
"Not much." He sighed, pulling it on, "I got shot in the leg and limped around for a while. The rest goes blank. Did something happen?"
MacTavish squirmed awkwardly in his chair and shook his head. The act was childish, and Ghost didn't let it go un-noticed.
"What? The bloody hell happened?"
"Nothing Ghost, just lay down. You lost a lot of blood."
The Scotsmen got up to leave, but Ghost leaned over and grabbed his wrist. Pain shot through his bad leg, but that wasn't important at the moment.
"Oi! What happened?"
MacTavish smiled deviously.
"I don't think you want to know."
"I do!"
"Ghost-"
The lieutenant yanked his captain back into the chair and narrowed his eyes.
"Tell me or you lose a hand."
"You….. You kissed me…. On the lips. You full made out with me actually."
Ghosts face went pale. He dropped his friends wrist and looked away, ashamed.
"You can go now."
MacTavish instantly felt bad.
"Its okay if your gay Simon. You can tell me."
"I said you can leave now."
"If it helps, im gay too."
Ghosts once again snapped his head towards his captain.
"Are you mocking me?"
"What? No! I swear!"
"Well, I had my suspicions."
"See, there you… Wait? What?"
Ghost scoffed.
"Everywhere we go girls are ready to just rip off their panties for you and you always turn them down. Come on."
MacTavish considered this and smiled again.
"Have you been observing me Lieutenant?"
Ghosts got one of those "dear in the headlights" looks and blushed.
"No!…. That's…. No."
"Am I charming?"
"Piss off."
"Like my hair cut?"
"Fuck you, ya bloody bawbag!"
"How about my muscles? Nice, right?"
Ghost swung, just barley missing MacTavishs face. In fear of what he might do next, the Scotsmen bolted for the door, laughing.
"Ill call you!"
He shut the infirmary door just in time to block the drinking glass Ghost flung at him.
