So, as usual, I only own Ava. Also, sorry about how short it is.


She automatically turned, swinging a fist, which Ghost blocked. "Bloody hell!" He said.

Ava ran a hand through her hair, "Oh my god, I'm sorry Ghost."

"It was my fault for coming up behind you." Ghost replied, "Should've known better. But what are you doing out here?"

"Stargazing." Ava replied simply.

Ghost arched his eyebrows, "Don't you find it boring?"

Ava shook her head, "It's the only thing which keeps me sane. Even when I used to get dragged back into the base by my hair." She brought her hand up to wipe a tear from her eye. She hadn't even looked up to see his face yet. Her hand was plastered over her neck.

"Ava, what's under you hand?" Ghost asked.

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"Ava, move your hand."

"It's-."

"Ava, that's an order." She spun around and moved her hand away from her neck. A tear rolling down her cheek. He turned her back to face him, and lifted her chin. She shut her eyes so she couldn't see his expression. She could feel his fingers tracing the scars. She opened her eyes, and Ghost wasn't wearing his balaclava.

"He did this to you?" Ghost asked his eyes filled with fury. Ava could only nod, more tears dancing on her eye lashes, blurring her vision. Ghost's lower half of his face had a number of scars. Much like Ava's neck but the difference was her neck was scratched words. Lots of words. "What do they say?"

"I-I'm not sure anymore. There's so many and they all merged and made an ugly mess on my neck. I lost so much blood, I was close to dying at one point."

"Let's go inside." Ghost said, unsure whether her body was shaking from the memories or the cool. Ava allowed him to head her inside and up the many stairs. They opened the door and saw someone sitting there.

"What the fuck are you doing here Roach?" Ghost asked, slightly irritated. Ava's hand flew to her neck instantly.

"I wanted to stay and be with you!" He said, pretty loud.

Ghost stage whispered to Ava, "And this is a hyper Roach." Ava chuckled.

"Where's the captain?" Roach asked.

"Sleeping?"

"Brilliant!" He said, running out of the door.

Ghost shook his head, "This isn't going to end well."

Ava took her scarf and wrapped it around her neck and Ghost done the same with his balaclava. They followed the hyper kid out into the hall. He was balancing a bucket of water over his door. Both Ava and Ghost were watching wide eyes. Roach backed away, laughing. "MacTavish!" He yelled and ran past Ava and Ghost. MacTavish was opening the door and Ghost took a step backwards.

The Captain appeared in front of them drenched, his eyes locked on Ava, "You!" He shouted,

"I-It wasn't me! It was Roach."

"Bullshit, the lad is out on leave." MacTavish said as Ava stepped back, walking into Ghost and jumping back.

"No, he was back! Wasn't he Ghost?" Ava said, practically begging.

Ghost nodded, "He was, probably still is." MacTavish pushed through them and started shouting again, "Roach, get your bloody arse here!" Ava just watched wide-eyed. Suddenly she heard some evil laughing and a lot of running.

"Does this happen often?" Ava asked,

Ghost nodded, "Unfortunately, and normally to me."

"And you haven't killed him yet?" Ava asked,

"Like I haven't killed you." Ghost replied, Ava shook her head and sighed and pushed past him to get some sleep whilst Roach was running around.


Ava woke up the next morning and looked around groggily, there was no one around. She lay back and stared at the ceiling for a minute before urging herself up. She tugged the brush through the knots in her hair and got dressed in casual clothes and pulled the scarf around her neck. It was strange the base being so empty.

She made herself something to eat and sat down on the sofa, Ghost laying casually on another. "Where's Roach?"

Ghost shrugged, "Probably dead after last night." Ava glanced at the TV which was some music channel and continued eating. A song Ava recognised came on, but she tried to ignore it, despite the memories it brought back. MacTavish came in, "Alright, mate?"

"I was chasing the lad around for about half the bloody night."

"Where is he now?" Ava asked, curious.

"How am I supposed to know?" Ava shrugged at MacTavish's reply. Ava stood up to place the plate along with another dirty one in the kitchen area. She sat back in her past seat and looked at the TV which was still playing music nonstop with music videos. The two men were chatting and Ava's eyes light up as if it was Christmas when an old song she knew turn on. She was smiling at the song.

MacTavish shook his head, "Turn this shite off."

"This is not shite." Ava said,

"What even is it?" Ghost asked, confused.

Ava's eyes opened wide, "You don't know who 30 Seconds To Mars are?" Both men shook their heads, "Shameful." They continued talking and Ava sat there thinking about what she could do. Eventually she got up and walked up to her room. She climbed up to her bunk and took her journal out. She was about to jump back down but the door unclicked. Roach stood in the door frame. "MacTavish didn't kill you then?"

Roach chuckled, "I've got my callsign for a reason, you can't kill me."

"I was nearly dead after you blamed it on me!"

"Technically I didn't!" He said putting his hands up in defence.

Ava rolled her eyes, "Remind me to not get MacTavish angry."

"I think his used to it. Worm and Toad picks fights and pranks everyone."

"Thanks for the warning, I guess."

"Anyway, I've been wondering, why do you wear the scarf?"

Ava sighed, "Because I want to?"

"Take it off then!" Roach said, grinning smugly.

"It's like asking Ghost to take off his balaclava. Not going to happen." There was a lot more begging from Roach. Eventually Ava jumped off her bed and left the room and made her way back to the rec room. She fell back into her seat with her journal in hand and pencil in the other. She looked around and only saw Ghost reading from the other side of the room. "MacTavish run off then?"

"Obviously." He said, returning to his book and Ava starting to sketch in her journal, "You can draw?"

"Poorly. A way to pass time though." Ava shrugged, continuing her sketch. No one's ever seen her drawings, they were vivid and disturbing. They were her past, and it helped to sketch them. There were a couple of minutes of silence apart from the pencil scratching the paper and the odd page turning from Ghost's book.

Finally Ghost spoke, "Ava, do you fancy going for a drink tonight?"

"Sure," Ava smiled, "as long as you don't wear that damn mask."

"If you don't wear that damn scarf."

"Deal. Anyone else coming?"

Ghost shook his head, quite eagerly, "Roach on alcohol doesn't go down well. And 'Tavish just drunk with his first pint."

"So I'm just a last resort?" She asked, eyebrow raised.

"Pretty much." He smirked. Ava threw the nearest thing at him, which happened to be a pillow.


A/N: I know this chapter is horrifyingly bad, but sorry :( Anyway, I actually can't say thank you enough for the reviews. When I read them, I feel happy for like the whole day! When I see the number increase, I can't wait to see your opinions. So, thank you sososo much because the reviews make me want to upload and write more. Well, until next time -CptHall