So this chapter is going to be a pivotal point in the story. I'm going to start the MW2 campaign in a chapter or two, therefore that should get things moving along, too. Also, I want to thank you guys for the support. I know I say that every chapter, but I really mean it!


I checked the time on my phone. It was only 8:15. I put it back in my pocket and leaned against the grimy wall outside of the bar's kitchen.

"What are you doing back here? This is where all of the pervs hang out." Ghost was standing next to me.

"I'm taking a break from the noise in the bar room. Kevin and Jack seem a little more rowdy tonight than usual." I said.

"That's bull. You love being in the center of a party. What's wrong?" He asked, crossing his arms.

"First of all, that's not a party. It's a loud gathering of sad old drunks. And nothing's wrong...it's just that Cynthia's a little clingy..."

"A little? She's practically sitting in his lap!"

"That's what I thought!" I chuckled. We turned around and looked at our table, where Cynthia and Soap were still making out. I sighed and looked down at my feet. Why her?

Ghost glanced at me and then at the table. "Oh I get it now... you like the Captain!" He nudged my arm.

"I...no...well you see-" I could feel my face go red.

"No you like him! This is bloody good! Wait 'till I tell him!"

"Don't you fucking dare! I'll nail your mask to the top of the flagpole if you do!" I was becoming quite angry at Ghost now.

"I bet you'd love to screw a few things, too!" He joked. I stormed away as fast as I could from the lieutenant. I was pretty far ahead of him, but as I opened the door to the bar, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Look, I was just kidding. I won't tell him if you don't want me to." Ghost said facing me.

"You'd better be." I was beginning to calm down.

"But you should tell him soon before he gets too cozy with Kate Upton over there." He said as he pointed towards the "couple."

"I can't. It would make things really complicated." I replied.

"How? As long as the general doesn't know about it then you'd be fine."

"No it's not that...It's just..." I didn't have the guts to finish my sentence.

"Just what, Charlie?" I took a deep breathe and whispered in his ear one of my deepest, darkest secrets. He pulled away suddenly.

"You're fucking kidding me! What...?"

"Yeah...see why I can't tell him that I like him." I mumbled.

"Well, you should defiantly tell him what I just heard! WHY WOULDN'T YOU TELL HIM THAT-" I clamped my hand over his mouth.

"SHHH!"

He sat down on a bench. "Holy shit... I need another beer..."

"I'll get it." I said.

"No your crippled and apparently insane."

"Oi! I am not!" I defended.

"Sure, sure. Hey Roy, get us two more beers!"


"And that's how I won the quidditch match!" Kevin finished.

"You mean the football match?" I said. Ghost and I had been sitting at the counter for about an hour now, and I was starting to feel the effects of the amount of alcohol I had consumed so far.

"Sure, sure. Hey Ron, gimme another butter beer!" He called out. Roy had given up on trying to sober up Jack and Kevin a few hours ago, since they'd get their hands on liquor someway or another. So now he was giving them whatever they wanted.

"Since when did he read Harry Potter?" I asked Ghost.

"I heard that he's a teacher when he's not drunk." He said. I shrugged and took another sip from my drink.

"Looks like Soap and Cynthia are ready to go." Ghost pointed to the two, who were passed out on top of each other. Apparently, Cynthia had come around to the wine.

"I'm not carrying Soap, though. That's your job." He said as he put money on the counter.

"But I'm crippled! You said it yourself!" I whined.

"Fine, but you owe me." He went and tapped on their shoulders. Cynthia woke up and tipsily began to walk towards the door, while Soap was out cold. Ghost lifted him up and slug the captain's arm around his shoulder. After five minuets of getting everyone into the car, we finally were able to leave the bar.

Soap was still passed out by the time we got to Cynthia's house. Before she opened the door of the car to get out, she leaned over and gave Soap a peck on the cheek. But as she did, I saw her hand reach down into his pocket that held his wallet and take it out.

"Oi! That's not yours!" I yelled. She jumped off of him and dropped the wallet on the floor of the car.

"I know! I was putting it back! Before we left, I saw that he forgot his wallet on the table, so I took it to give back to him."

"It didn't look like that, 'Cyn'." I spat.

"Whatever, 'Charlotte'." With that she got out of the car and proceeded to walk up her walkway.

"What a lying bitch. Can you believe her?" I said.

"You're just mad that she called you by your full name." Ghost said as he pulled away from her house.

"That too, but she took his wallet! I saw it in his pocket when we left!"

"Wait, how would you know that?" He asked.

"I saw it..."

"Why were you looking there?" I stayed silent and could feel myself blushing for the hundredth time tonight.

"Oh my god that's priceless!"

"Shut it and drive."


{Two days later}

I slammed my hand on the snooze button on my alarm clock. I rolled my body towards the wall to try to enjoy in the last few peaceful moments of sleep before a full day of training started.

"Mum, get up." Emma said, poking my back. I turned my head in her direction. She was already dressed and had her hair neatly arranged into two pigtails.

"When did you get dressed?" I asked.

"A little while ago." She answered.

"Well who did your hair?"

"The Captain did! Oh, he said that he wanted to see you." She skipped into the hallway. A few seconds later she poked her head into the room.

"Are you coming?" Slowly, I sat up and stretched my arms.

What does he want now?


I knocked on Soap's door. Emma had gone with Archer to visit Roach in the infirmary, so I was by myself for the rest of the afternoon. I heard a muffled "come in" from Soap.

"You wanted to see me?" I asked as I opened the door.

"Yes, I did. I want to talk to you about the other night." He began.

"What's there to talk about?" I said, standing in front of his desk.

"Well, I saw you storm out. Mind telling me what happened?"

"Nothing happened." I lied.

"Cut the crap, Char. I know you better than that."

"Well, it seems that you know Cynthia way better." Shit I should't have said that...

He looked thoughtful for a moment.

"That's not true. I know that you are extra ticklish around your ribs, can't stand the smell of mustard, and that you sleep on your left side most of the time. Not to mention that you have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen." My heart skipped a few beats.

"Well she has a beautiful smile, too."

"Yeah, but hers is fake. She only liked my wallet, apparently. You're sincere and kind, and not to mention that you like me for me."

"Like is an understatement." I admitted. He got up from his desk and stood next to me.

"Same here." Soap lightly brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, then rested his hand on the back of my neck. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. Quickly, he removed his hand and sat down at his desk.

"Yes?" He called. Archer and Emma entered the room.

"I was just dropping off Emma. She said that you'd be here, Charlie." The sniper said. Emma ran up to me and grabbed a hold of my hand. I stayed silent for a moment, still shocked about what had just happened.

"Um, thanks Archer." I said, finally snapping back into reality. He nodded to Soap and left the room.

"Who told you about... uh...me...you know.." I said. Soap chuckled as he realized what I was saying.

"Ghost did." Soap chuckled as he realized what I was saying.

"Right then. And thanks for getting Emma ready this morning. The pigtails look good."

"No problem. Having three younger sisters really helped my hair styling techniques."

"See you later." I said, smiling.


"GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!" Ghost screamed as he chasing me down the hallway. I had ripped his balaclava off of his face and was about to nail it on top of the flag pole as payback for him telling Soap that I liked him.

"You mean daughter?" I called back to him as I opened the large door that lead to the small courtyard. Surprisingly, I was holding up pretty well against Ghost's wrath. My thigh was beginning to hurt, but I still had a pretty good lead over him. A group of soldiers had gathered around us as I dove onto the flag pole and began inching my way up to the top. The mask was in one of my hands, while a nail and hammer were in the other.

"Charlie is defiantly my favorite Lieutenant!" Yelled Meat. Sounds of agreement rang out from the group of bystanders.

"SHUT IT YOU BLOODY WANKERS OR I'LL SHOVE THE DAMN POLE UP YOUR ASSES!" Ghost screamed. They became silent immediately.

I had reached the top now and proceeded to nail the balaclava to the pole. Now the only problem is getting down without Ghost biting off my freaking leg.


That's right, Sarlie is an official ship now! Sorry this chapter was short. I'm just really tired tonight.