Ghost leaned onto the counter and moaned. He gripped his cup of tea but really had no desire to drink it. His head was pounding. The fact he had to run daily training in a few minutes didn't help much. He tensed and sighed when a large pair of hands suddenly covered his eyes.

"Guess who."

"Whoever it is, is going to die if they don't stop smudging my sun glasses."

"Well then."

MacTavish moved his hands away and sat down next to Ghost.

"Afternoon love."

"Eh."

"Problem?"

"My head is-"

Ghosts response was interrupted by a loud sneeze that almost made him spill his tea. A coughing fit followed right afterwards. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket just in time to catch a wad of snot that dislodged from his throat. He stared at the green blob and cringed.

"You alright mate?" MacTavish asked, concerned. Ghost nodded and tossed the tissue into the wastebasket.

"Aye, just a head cold."

MacTavish slipped his hand under the Englishman's mask and felt his cheek. Ghost was to tired to bother stopping him.

"Your burning up."

Ghost began sarcastically clapping his hands.

"Congratulations, you have stated the obvious. Anything else you would like to share?"

"Funny."

The Scotsmen stood and placed his hands on Ghosts shoulders.

"Should go lay down." He suggested, kissing Ghost on top of the head "Ill run training today."

The lieutenant mumbled miserably and aloud himself to be pulled out of his chair towards the door.

Several hours later...

Ghost lay on top of his bed, completely uncovered. By the time he walked all the way to his bedroom he didn't even have the energy to take off his vest and boots, let alone cover himself. He groaned and curled up even tighter when he heard the door open and close softly.

"You asleep Simon?" MacTavish asked, gently placing a hand on the Englishman's back. He felt Ghost was still wearing his vest and sighed.

"Come on now, get undressed and get under the blanket."

"Make me." Came a groggy response. MacTavish smiled and got up. He pulled Ghost into a sitting position and pulled off his vest, leaving him in a long sleeve shirt. He then pulled off his lovers boots and draped a heavy blanket over him. The whole time Ghost remained like a rag doll, not caring. He shivered miserably and curled up under the covers. MacTavish climbed in next to him and wrapped his arms around Ghosts waist, pulling the Englishman into him. As if by reflex Ghost mumbled and inched himself away. He didn't like to cuddle. MacTavish laughed softly.

"Stop your bloody fussing." He ordered as he gently pulled Ghost back into him. Finally Ghost gave in and didn't pull away, needing the warmth. After a few minutes he was finally comfortable. Suddenly thankful for MacTavish putting up with him, he rolled over and buried his face in the captains chest.

"Thanks Tav."

"Any time love."

Ghosts craned his neck and began kissing MacTavishs neck. He didn't respond to the action, so Ghost pushed himself on top of him stubbornly.

"Bloody hell Ghost, go to sleep! Your sick."

"Not tired."

They locked mouths. MacTavish didn't give any other objections as Ghost went for his belt.

A few days later...

Ghosts walked into the mess hall, finally well enough to go back to his usual duties. He walked over to MacTavishs table and sat down. The Scotsmen was hunched over, coughing. He looked up and narrowed his eyes.

"You bloody shite!"

"What? What did i do?"

"You gave me ya fuckin cold!"

Ghosts held back a laugh and stood.

"Be glad that's all I gave you, loves."

With that the Englishman kissed MacTavish on top of the head and headed for the door, leaving to Scotsmen staring in shock.

"What... What do you... GHOST!"