Mactavish sighed loudly, for the thousandth time that day. Today was paperwork day, and he had a large stack on his desk. He had actually measured it with a tape measure, and it was 2' 1'' in height. Shepherd had swamped him with battle reports, bullet counts, status updates, and everything in between. Some sheets required his signature only, some had a full packet to fill with personal information. He had sighed because of the two inch thick packet on his desk. Shepherd wanted personal reviews of every soldier on the base, two paragraphs minimum. He opened to the first page, seeing it was Archer.
"I think you need a break mate."
Mactavish jumped, nearly forgetting that his Lieutenant, Simon "Ghost" Riley, was sitting in the corner in a large, comfortable armchair, typing on his laptop. Ghost looked up past his mask, and Mactavish had a feeling he was smirking underneath it.
"I can't. I have to finish this paperwork by tomorrow morning. I swear, this whole bloody paperwork thing is overrated, and my hair is going to go grey!" Mactavish said, running a hand through his mohawk.
Ghost snickered and shut his laptop, getting up and walking over to his Captain. He stood uncomfortably close to his shoulder, staring down at the paperwork. It was silent for a moment, Mactavish's pen hovering over the paper. It touched to paper and Ghost made a slight cough. Mactavish sighed and slowly shifted away from Ghost, hiding the paper with his arm. Ghost made an effort to lean in close, peering around the Captain's arm to see what he would write. Mactavish threw down his pen.
"Ghost, I can't concentrate!" he said exasperatedly.
Ghost laughed loudly, a rare occurrence.
"Sorry mate, couldn't resist. So, how are you going to describe those... ruffians?" Ghost said, glancing out the window, seeing a crowd of men surrounding Roach, who was downing an entire jar of pickle juice.
"I have no idea. Archer is an excellent sniper, but kind of an arse to the others. Don't think Shepherd wants to hear that though," Mactavish said, resting his chin in his hand and sighing yet again.
"Well, the man smells to. Like, all the time. Smelly bastard gets out of the shower, and all I can smell is-"
"Enough, Ghost!" Mactavish cut him off, and Ghost laughed again, clearly in a very good mood.
"Alright, I'll be serious. Lets write these reviews 'Tavish."
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Mactavish and Ghost were laughing hard as they wrote the reviews. They had known that the men were wild, but it was quite fun listing the traits of the men. It was Roach's turn now, and Ghost was listing off a series of his qualities.
"The man's impossible to kill you know, but the little bastard has some horrible luck. Remember The Pit?"
"Yeah mate, little bugger never seems to go a day without some stroke of bad luck. He falls off things, trips over random objects, even spills his soup every time we have it."
Mactavish chuckled and wrote down every last thing. Though he ended it with,
"Despite all of these observations, I have recognized Gary Sanderson as a well trained, battle hardened soldier, capable and very fun to be around. He is loyal to the cause, and will not give up, even in the face of death. I have seen these excellent qualities myself, and pass along this information with respect and happiness."
Their laughter died down. Staring at the writing in front of them, they both felt proud, happy, and grateful. Ghost turned to stare at his Captain.
"That's deep mate."
Mactavish laughed loudly.
"Wonder if Shepherd would feel that way?"
"Doubtful. I don't think he's really one for family. He takes his work seriously though."
"That why you respect the man?"
Mactavish paused, thoughtful.
"Shepherd is a hero. Why shouldn't I respect my boss?"
"Just be careful mate. Anyway, who's next?" Ghost asked.
"Oh no..."
"Bloody hell..."
"MEAT!"
A/n: *sigh* I hope this was okay, I feel as if it is incomplete. I didn't really know where else to go with it. :P I'll leave that up to my viewers to decide. Was it ended to quickly? Hope its okay. R&R
