Roach shifted uncomfortably in the helicopter seat and sighed heavily.

" This weeks been a living-"

His thoughts were interrupted by MacTavishs loud snoring. The older man had fallen asleep across from Roach on the way to the drop off zone.

" God, he's worse than Ghost."

As if on cue, Ghost walked out from the cockpit and sat next to the sergeant.

" Mornin love."

" Hey."

" Nice day, isn't it?"

" Huh? Yeah, sure."

"… Wanna get married?"

Roach groaned and rolled his eyes. This, was the reason his weeks been a living hell.

" No. Stop asking me you crazy basturd!"

" Oh come on!"

" No!"

" Please?"

Roach crossed his arms across his chest and peered out the window.

" Not now Ghost, were working."

Defeated, the Englishman nodded and looked out the window.

Later…..

" I THOUGHT THIS PLACE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!" Roach screamed to Ghost, who was taking cover next to him behind a pile of boxes.

" IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE!" The lieutenant answered as he ducked back to reload. From every corner and on every ledge of the shipping yard Russian solders were firing at them. Roach turned on his radio.

" MACTAVISH! THE WHOLE PLACE HAS BEEN SET UP!"

Broken whispers and static sounded on the other end.

" SIR!"

Static.

" Our fucking intel was off, what a stupid way to die." Roach thought miserably as he tried to help Ghost keep the Russians back " It seems like every week this happens to-"

" ROACH MOVE!"

" Huh? Wh-"

Ghost shoved the young sergeant up and out of the way just as an RPG hit dangerously close to them. Dirt and dust flew up, blinding Roach as he landed on his back in the mud. He stood up, still dazed.

" Ghost? Wer-"

A bullet pierced his shoulder. Instinctively, Roach ducked behind another box pile. He scanned all around, looking for Ghost.

He found him.

The Englishman was lying on the ground a few feet from their original camping spot, the ground around him caked with blood. Roach crawled over and pulled his lovers limp body into a nearby warehouse, ignoring the pain shooting through his whole left arm.

" Ghost? Ghost!"

The masked soldier had a deep, shrapnel filled gash in his right side. Roach took off his thermal jacket and used it to help stop the bleeding. All the danger and insanity around him seemed to melt away as Roach watched blood soak through his improvised bandage. He used his free hand to rip of Ghosts face mask.

" Simon? Wake up! If you die I will fucking kill you Simon Riley!"

The Englishman opened his watery eyes slightly and smiled.

" No need to shout love."

" You didn't need to do that."

" What?"

" Push me out of the way! Are you crazy?"

" You know why I did that mate?"

" Why?"

" Cause I love you."

Roach swallowed and nodded. He had never felt so bad before in his life.

" How can I not marry him? Am I nuts?"

" Roach! Ghost!"

MacTavish came running in and instantly kneeled next to Ghost, who was starting to fall asleep.

" Keep him awake!" The captain ordered as he pulled a med kit out of his pack " Pickup in five!"

Roach picked up and squeezed Ghosts hand, ignoring the fact his own was covered with fresh blood.

" Simon?" He asked softly " You awake?"

In response Ghost squeezed Roach's hand and mumbled incoherently.

Suddenly the roar of helicopter blades sounded over head. MacTavishs Radio came to life.

" Captain! I suggest you get a move on!" Nikolai warned. MacTavish slowly lifted Ghost onto his wide shoulders.

" Well head out the back. MOVE!"

Sorry this wasn't great, I had an awesomely crazy weekend.