Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Roach, Ghost, or any other part of Modern Warfare as they all belong to Infinity Ward. I'm just amateur writer who likes to borrow them a little. :)

A note from Sassy: So, I was training at the gym, and I had this idea, so apologies if it's a little rushed, I was feeling a bit exhausted. Either way, this chapter is written for the lovely VerityA, because I promised her a happy (ish) Roach/Ghost. I hope you enjoy it sweetie! :)

And to anyone else, I will write prompts if you suggest them, so if you have one, stick it in a review and I will try my hardest to do it justice.

And now for the rambling bit, I have reviews to reply to from my last Roach/Ghost! So here we go:

xGhostxStealth: Ahhh you are so brilliant! Thank you. What you said about the dialogue really made me so happy, since I wasn't really too sure how Roach is supposed to sound (I guess I'm still not that sure…) Here's more Roach/Ghost for you too!

xStealthxSniperx: Thank you! I think fluff is always better mixed with a bit of sadness to give it some perspective. And no, they never got the chance to talk…but hey, least it means I can just write more one shot flashbacks like this…

Dunedain789: Ahhh, I'm sorry if I stole your title, I never thought to look to see if anyone had already used it before *head desks* I'm glad you enjoyed it anyway!

VerityA: I hope you do enjoy this! I did promise… :)

Reeserella: I feel so very evil…I might just have to write something on the end where they crashed their plane before they even got to the safe house and managed to escape Shepherd with only a few scratches. It's implausible, but hey, if it keeps them alive. Lol I'm glad you enjoyed it!

duvalia: It sounds daft but fluffy yet not was what I was going for, so you made me so so happy with that. Thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this one too. :)


He was a complete bastard. An evil, sadistic bastard in fact. From his position on the floor, Roach went through every single scenario that he could in seconds, each of them ending with the man that stood over him in extreme amounts of pain, from bullets to the stomach to repetitive angry blows to the face. Revenge. If he could still walk after this was all over then he'd been sorry, really fucking sorry…

"Hello? Roach?" As his body ducked down into another press up, Riley's face was there, eyes glaring through the space in his mask. "Did I tell you to slow down?" He shook his head, laughing, his hand slapping Roach gently on the back of the head. "No…I don't think I did. So give me another twenty."

Another twenty? As Roach tried to quicken his pace he tried to calculate how many he had done, but the fatigue that burned within his triceps and pectoral muscles made it all very difficult to keep count. Another twenty press ups would definitely get his score up to somewhere around eighty, where he should have only had to do forty like the rest of the men. After all, this was the gruelling combat fitness test, renowned within the British military. A test of speed and endurance, candidates were expected to complete forty sit ups and press ups in under two and half minutes before going head first straight into running a mile in under nine and a half minutes. Roach coughed slightly, he'd hated it when he was in the SAS, but he hated it even more now…

Especially since Riley was personally making the test a living hell for Roach. Ghost himself was injured from an operation a few days before where a piece of shrapnel had become embedded in his right shoulder. But his position in the team as XO meant that rather than just sitting out the test, he was able to enforce it. And he laws visibly loving every second. Even if all he actually seemed to be doing was intently watching Roach, waiting for any error and then crashing down onto him like a tonne of bricks.

He was at seventy when a flicker of movement beside him told Roach that Chemo was finished, a stale breeze washing across his sweat drenched forehead as he started running. Roach grimaced, groaning slightly as he tried to stop the shaking in his arms, the muscles feeling as if they might stop supporting his weight at any second. They were burning, cramping, a slow build up of lactate choking away what little remained of his strength. At seventy five, Roach was ready to complain. But what could he say? He had a shrewd idea of why Ghost was giving him this special treatment, but he couldn't say it out loud. Especially not with Mactavish standing nearby…

"What you waiting for Roach?" Ghost laughed as Gary finished his final press up, smirking from beneath his mask. "Everyone else is running…"

"Sir." He was up and running, but the only thing that kept his legs moving was the constant thought that ran through Roach's head like a mantra. I'll fucking get you for this, Simon…

Ghost had run alongside him for a little while, making sure that Roach wasn't without a constant barrage of mocking and snide comments whilst he ran. It was maddening, not so much because of what Ghost was saying, but more because he knew exactly how to get underneath Roach's skin. And the most infuriating part? Over the past few weeks Roach had given him that information, had allowed the older XO in. And now, now he was paying the price.

With the end in sight, Roach ran harder, faster; kicking off from the ground with every last bit of strength that he felt remained within him. By now Ghost had given up, the strain on his shoulder too much for him to actually keep up. And yet Gary kept running just as hard. Determination was the thing that had gotten him into the SAS, and it would be what kept him in the 141. No matter how fucking hard his XO tried to change that…


Back in his quarters, a warm shower had eased the ache in his muscles, but had kept Roach's temper white hot. A white towel still knotted around his waist, Roach collapsed on his bed, resigned to letting the air dry his damp skin. After all, moving was far too much of an effort, and he needed to save all of his strength for when he'd finally get his hands on Ghost…

As if on cue, it was there, the usual rhythmic knock that could only ever be Ghost. It had started as a signal in the night, the action of a bored lieutenant looking to lose himself in one of his subordinates but had quickly turned into some kind of twisted arrangement. There was only the one rule to abide by; it always had to be Ghost who came looking for Roach. So no matter how frustrated or bored Gary might get, he'd have to wait until the sound of that knock before he could find some release. After all, Simon Riley was nothing if not a cunning bastard. His plan ensured that no matter what time he came to Roach's room, the younger sergeant would always want him.

He was in for a shock.

"Can I come in?" Riley said as soon as Roach opened the door. His stance was casual, his right arm leaning against the door frame and a couple of his shirt buttons hanging idly open at his neck.

"Sir…" Roach nodded in reply, opening the door long enough for Ghost to enter. He closed it behind him, being sure to lock it quickly.

"Did you enjoy training?"

"I loved every second."

"Really?" Riley laughed, his back to Roach as he took off his mask. When he turned round the arrogant expression that lay across his features made Gary want to both kiss him and kill him instantly. "Because that really wasn't the idea."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Apart from the push ups?" Ghost smirked, unbuttoning another four buttons of his shirt as he closed the distance between them. He held out his hand, running his calloused fingers over Roach's lips momentarily. "Just remind me of my rank again, Roach…"

"What?" Gary hated how his thoughts of revenge seemed to travel downwards with his blood flow.

"You heard me."

"Lieutenant…"

"Very good…" He was rewarded with another smirk from Ghost. "And yours?"

"Sergeant…"

"Even better." Grabbing him roughly under his chin, Riley pulled Roach's face forward into a rough kiss, every inch of it determined to make Roach submit. Finishing with a hard bite to his bottom lip, Ghost pulled back, still grinning. "You needed to remember that."

Suddenly it hit Roach. He instantly knew his misjudgement. It had been four nights previous, when Ghost was out of medical and had come round to Roach's room as usual. Gary didn't want to admit it, not to himself and certainly not to Riley, but he'd genuinely feared for his lover whilst they'd been apart, more so than he should have done. After all, he'd been on the operation too; he'd seen the bloody mess after the shrapnel had struck. Hell, he'd even helped Mactavish carry him to the medivac. So he'd been relieved, immeasurably so when Ghost came to him that night, the same old Ghost just with the addition of a large bandage that wound tightly around his right shoulder. It had been a close call, but everything had returned back to normal.

Except something had changed; something so small that only the two of them could have noticed it. For whatever reason, and Roach blamed his newly found care for the lieutenant, Gary had actually stopped being as submissive as before. Lost in the moment, swamped in between rough caresses and possessive mouths, Roach had dared to try and dominate Ghost, to push him against a wall and genuinely take control for the first time in their 'relationship'. He hadn't been successful for long, as Riley had been keen to reassert his own dominance, but clearly the memory had persisted in his head, given Ghost all the reason he needed to punish Roach at the next chance he got. Training. Roach should have guessed; he knew that deep down he and Riley were as vengeful and vindictive as each other.

Speaking of revenge…

When Ghost leaned in for another bruising kiss, Roach was ready for him. He disorientated the lieutenant first, not holding back as a hard punch struck him hard in the jaw, knocking the XO backwards. Gary knew he had to be quick before Riley recovered, so he sprang forward, grabbing Riley's right arm and twisting it behind his back, just enough to put a strain on his injured shoulder. It was ruthless but effective, and Riley froze in his grip, his eyes deep blue pools of confusion and anger.

"Let go…"

"Or what?" Roach quipped, raising a cocky eyebrow. He wrenched Ghost's arm a little more to reassert the power that he had over him. Riley tried to use his left arm to free himself, but Roach had the advantage, using his legs to trip Ghost so they both tumbled to the floor. He collapsed heavily on Ghost, not forgetting his circumstances as he quickly had the lieutenant pinned to the floor, his knees straddling his hips, his hands pinning down his shoulders. "I think you've forgotten something, sir…" Sarcasm almost dripped from his voice as he said the word, followed by several sharp nips to the skin of Ghost's chest.

"Roach…" The anger in Riley's voice was priceless. "Let. Go. Of. Me."

"Hmmm…" Roach grinned; pressing his thumb against the bandage over Ghost's shoulder and watching the exquisite gasp of pain leave his lips. "You're supposed to ask what you've forgotten." He bent his head, licking a gentle trail over the bruised skin of Ghost's chest that he had previously bitten. "Shall I tell you?"

"Roach…"

"You see…" Gary leant in closely, speaking so that he was whispering into Ghost's right ear, maintaining a gentle, almost pacifying pressure on his injury. "…Rank doesn't matter here…that's the point." He grinned, tracing a line down Ghost's neck with his tongue. Laughing, Roach made sure that his breath tickled against the now damp skin, earning him a restrained, yet clearly visible shudder from Ghost. "So you can punish me all you want…Because I can give as good as I get." He accentuated his point with another squeeze of Ghost's right shoulder. "Any questions?"

"I'm not going to beg…" He was sure that Riley had meant to sound gruff and authoritative, but with his flushed features and rasping voice the statement lacked menace. "…If that's what you want."

"Good…" Roach smirked, keeping his left hand pressed firmly against Riley's bandage whilst the other scratched a path down his torso, forcing the flimsy fabric of his shirt out of the way in the process. "Because I love a challenge…"

Roach was like a cat that had just got the cream. He'd found a way to dominate Ghost and satisfy the vengeful feeling he was harbouring, but in the process he'd discovered something better. Although he'd fight it with his every breath, Riley was actually enjoying the entire experience, his body shuddering and wriggling beneath Roach's, caught in amongst a tangle of extreme pleasure and extreme pain. And Roach was going to milk this for all it was worth. After all, Ghost was only going to be injured for so long…


Ok, so here's the part where I shamelessly beg you for reviews. Except this time I won't. All I will say is think of the characters. Your reviews mean that they get more stories, which means that Ghost gets more chances to abuse Roach. And so everybody wins. So if you're not going to review for me, then do it for Ghost, eh? :P

On a serious note though, thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed the ride. :)

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