Roach lay there, staring at the all too familiar ceiling. He hated being in the infirmary; it drove him crazy not being able to do anything but lie in bed. He needed to get up and walk about and mess around with his friends, 'if Ghost's lets me'. Roach laughed at the thought. After everything, he still wanted to be with him, and he was. A million things ran through his head almost daily; what would make this time better, would they still have their stupid little arguments, would they have the big arguments that made everything seem like this relationship was going to be impossible? After thinking about it more and more, he already realized that he knew the answers. It didn't need to be better, because he loved him just as much as before. Of course they would, but the little fights were things the two needed to get out the way. The big ones? This time he knew he'd fight, fight for it all, to make sure him and Ghost would be together, and he wouldn't leave him, because in the end, leaving him was more painful than anything. There were more questions that needed to be answered, more questions running through his mind, but they all seemed to be pointless right now. Maybe one day they wouldn't be, but right now, he was happy, and he wanted to stay that way. Well except for the whole being-trapped-in-the-bed thing. That he wasn't enjoying too much. It had been over a week since he had woken up, and seemed to be okay and not had morphine injected into him, so he was actually able to remember things.

MacTavish had told him what happened when he got hurt. It turns out he had something cut right into his hip making him lose a lot of blood. He also broke his leg as he was flung and hit the building, and not to forget that he was also shot in the arm. Roach couldn't believe it all when he heard it, but of course, Roach being Roach, he was still here, breathing the air through his lungs.

"Hey, bug." Ghost walked in, sitting down in the chair, as he picked up a magazine and started to flip through it.

Ghost had been to see Roach everyday, and as much as Roach told him it would be okay, Ghost even slept in the chair, not wanting to leave Roach.

"I'm bored." Roach said with pouting lips.

Ghost looked up from his magazine, "What would you like me to do about it?"

"Nothing."

Ghost laughed at the man trapped in the bed.

Roach looked over at Ghost, giving him his boyish grin, "Well, there is something you could do."

"And what would that be?" Ghost tilted his head.

"You could ask the Doc if it's okay for me to go for a walk, maybe round the base..." Roach tried giving Ghost the sweetest smile he could, hoping Ghost may fall for it.

"No."

Roach huffed, 'plan failed'.

Ghost watched Roach sitting up in bed. The guy really did look bored, but he wouldn't risk it. He'd prefer Roach to be completely okay and moody with him than have him hurt himself just so he didn't have to sit there like a five year old, not getting his way.

Roach bit his bottom lip, "Please, Ghost?"

"No." Ghost's words were blunt.

"Why? I'm sooooo bored!"

"Because, you might hurt yourself."

Roach crossed his arms, he couldn't get around Ghost, the guy was a stubborn bastard sometimes.

Doc walked in, giving the two a big smile, "How's it going, Roach?"

"Fine, except I'm bored out of my mind."

"Oh dear, nothing we can do for boredom, sorry."

Roach looked over at Ghost, a mischievous grin splitting his face, having an idea pop into his head. Ghost narrowed his eyes as he mouth the word slowly, 'No.'

Roach shrugged, "Hey Doc, could I, ermm, go for a walk, like round the base?"

Doc stood there thinking hard about what Roach had just asked him. He picked up the chart at the end of Roach's bed and flipped through it, "Guess it wouldn't hurt."

Roach looked over at Ghost, with a smug smile. Ghost just glared at Roach, with a dangerous look, making Roach regret his choice and the words swirled around in his head 'You should listen to me Roach, I own you'. Roach tried giving Ghost a reassuring smile, which was not returned.

"But, you will have to be careful. If you start feeling out of breath, take a rest." Doc walked out the room with the same smile he enter with.

Roach swung his legs over the side of the bed, with a huge grin, "You coming?"

Ghost took a deep breath, "Yes."

Roach was beginning to worry sitting there, and Ghost looked more than pissed, all because Roach didn't listen to him. He couldn't believe it, not even fully out of the infirmary and this is happening, "Ghost, I'm bored, I don't want to stay in here all the time. Doc says it's okay, so you don't need to worry. He's a doctor, I think he would know best."

Ghost tried his best to smile, as he walked over and kissed Roach on the forehead, "I know, where do you want to go?"

Roach got out of bed, feeling great to have his feet against the cold floor tiles. He looked around for some clothes, seeing some gray joggers. He reaches across to have them taken from his reach, "What the..."

"Why you getting dressed?" Ghost asked, holding the joggers.

"Because I'm not going out like this." Roach reached across, grabbing the joggers back, then pulled a plain green T-shirt over his head, "Ready."

The two had been walking around for almost thirty minutes, and Roach was beginning to feel a bit out of breath. Finding a bench, they sat down. It was mid afternoon, and not many people were about, probably doing some sort of training.

Roach looked up to Ghost, "Are you mad at me?"

Ghost sighed, "You want the truth?"

"Yes"

"Then, yes, I am."

Roach rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe it! The guy was already mad at him, and just for wanting to take a walk, but even though he knew the answer, he still asked the question.

"Why?" Roach's voice was sarcastic, causing Ghost to look over, raising his brows, "Because, you're a sarcastic twat sometimes."

Roach just gave a small smile, "Sorry."

"I'm mad, because you should listen to me, but I'm really trying to sit here right now. and get over it without actually taking it out on you! Your fricking sarcasm doesn't help!"

Roach felt a bit guilty. Ghost was trying and he was being a bit of a dick, "Oh."

"You ready to go back?" Ghost grabbed Roach's hand, as if he was going to pull him back if he had to.

"No. Come on, Ghost, I feel fine. I just want to sit here for a little while longer." Roach smiled, which was returned. Roach looked around to make sure no one was around before he reached up and kissed Ghost. Roach pulled away, "I love you."

Ghost sat there looking into those brown eyes, remembering what the two had been through, how hard things had been between them. He couldn't believe how happy this man made him. After everything, all his past, he'd never thought that he could love some this much, "You want a story, Bug?"

Roach tilted his head with curiosity, "What story?"

"I'm thinking I put you through a lot, with my crap, but maybe, if you knew a bit more, you might understand, and then we could work through it...together."

Roach's eyes went wide. Was Ghost really being truthful? Roach slowly nodded his head, lost for words.

Ghost looked down with a smirk playing on his lips, "But, just remember, Roach, curiosity killed the cat."

Roach turned around on the bench, crossing his legs, giving Ghost all his attention. He looked like a little kid being told a bed time story, but he had a thought that this story wasn't going to be filled with white knights and princesses.

Ghost lit his fag as he stared out, "I was part of the S.A.S, I was as you could say loaned out to an American Task Force, who were going after a guy called El Gordo, the CEO of the Zaragoza drug cartel, but word was he was expanding into...terrorist smuggling. We arrived in Mexico, October 30th, fucking thing started off shit, we already lost someone with a fucking dodgy parachute. So we thought at the time. We were going to attack on the Night of the Dead, a huge festival, this way we could dress up, blend in, and, hopefully, kill the guy before anybody caught us..." Ghost shook his head, laughing, as he carried, on staring out into the distance, "Didn't really work that way. I found Climberland tied up, the guy was a mess, I wanted to get him back home...I knew something was fucked up, that something wasn't right." Ghost looked down at the ground. He looked as if he was miles away, but he soon carried on, "Turned out the Major fucking betrayed us all, it was a set up from the start...they tried getting me, but I tried fucking hard to escape, I wasn't going to be captured that fucking easy...but I got shot."

Ghost looked as if he was reliving the whole thing. His face was full of pain, as he told the story, "It was horrible, everything, every moment, just pain...soon enough, you give up thinking that you'll get out, that the outside world is just a lie...you start thinking there's nothing left, except the hope to die and end everything. But, one night, Sparks and Washington came to my cell, they told me we could escape, but guards were coming, and I just told them to run...I didn't know then." Ghost looked up, taking a deep breath, "The next...it was horrible, they had given up with me, turned out I wasn't going to be there little betrayer that they had hoped for...so, they buried me, alive, with my dead Major. You know, it's funny, but when you're put in a situation like that, your body just takes over...yelling at you. When you think the end is so close, you will fight, fight to get out, and I did. I used my dead major's jawbone and I dug my way out...the fresh air felt amazing, just something else."

Ghost looked down at Roach, who was just staring at him, mouth hanging open and eyes wide...

"The nightmares never stopped, haunting me over and over again. Of course, I wasn't able to go straight back into the army, not after that. Instead, I got sent to therapist, she sucked. The only thing she ever gave me was just pills...one thing that did help was my family. My brother was married, had a little son too. They made me forget. It was almost Christmas, and I was spending it with my family. I was shocked when Sparks showed up at my door."

Roach suddenly stopped Ghost, as he had a thought, "Will I ever met your family?"

Ghost laughed, as a single tear ran down his cheek, he shook his head, "No, Roach, you wont...me and Sparks went to bar, but something was off. He talked about Roba, like he was his hero or something...we ended up going back to his place and shit hit the fan...he was talking shit, and I didn't know what he was on about, and then a fight happened. A guy came in, and I made a run for it, but the guy shot me in the leg, but that didn't stop me, because Sparks said something, and it ran through my head, just kept repeating, and I knew something wasn't right. I tried hard to ring my family, but no one would pick up. I ran in and...all of them, dead. Not one left, my mum, my brother, his wife and even his kid...just all gone."

Roach grabbed Ghost's hands, and linked their fingers, "I'm sorry."

Ghost gave a hopeful smile, "Its okay...I went crazy, my mind went in overload, and I lost it. I didn't know what to do anymore...everything I was, held close to me, was gone, leaving me...a dead man inside, a dead man with a mission."

Roach furrowed his brows, "The mask?"

"Yes, Roach, the mask. Those bastards would pay for killing my family, I knew that, and I did. I killed them, both, without a single feeling of guilt or regret. Then, the only thing left was Roba, everything he had done to me, he would pay...they say the best revenge is to live happy, but that's bullshit. I got all the information I needed, where he was hiding out, the layout of the building, where patrols were, everything."

Ghost had a smug smile on his lips, "I did what the armies of three governments and countless outlaws and hitmen couldn't...I killed the bastard, shot in him right in the head."

Ghost threw his fag to the ground, "But it continued on. About a month after I killed him, I still had the nightmares, they didn't stop, but one night, at a bar, I met a therapist. I was drunk, as in very drunk...getting drunk was really the only way that seemed to help me out...we went back to mine and fucked" Ghost had a huge smile on his lips, "She begged me like a fucking dog...it was something else, made me feel good, in control, like I finally had something that I could just, for once, control, making her pleasure...mine. That's really when I realized control was what I wanted, like I said before, the torture made me lose so much, losing my family...I just wanted the control back, the more the better. It was the only thing that made me happy. Getting asked to join the 141 was great, being a Lieutenant, even better. I had control...on one leave, I met someone, and we went out for like, I think, two weeks. Those two weeks made me want nothing more than to control that person, doing what I asked, and when they didn't, I punished them, it wasn't always sex, sometimes I'd ignore them until they begged me to talk again...I needed the control, because I lost so much, and now, it's something I got use to, having people listen to me."

"But what about me?" Roach tilted his head as he carefully watched Ghost.

"When I met you, it was different. Things changed, I swore to myself I'd never get close to someone again. Of course I care for my team, and my friends, but at an arm's length...but you changed me, and I found myself wanting to care more. I couldn't understand why, I still want control, Roach, but that's just me, and I will try, for you, to stop wanting as much, and I will need your help, but maybe together, we can."

Again Roach looked around and was happy that no one was around as he leaned up and brought Ghost into a passionate kiss, "We can, and I like your control sometimes, just not the torture bit." Roach smiled, not wanting to hurt Ghost with his words.

"I know, and I'll stop for you."

The two sat on the bench, blue eyes meeting brown, with smiles that spoke of hope. The hope for them both, because with all the problems, everything they had been through, hope was what they had. Deep down, they both knew the person sitting in front of them was a person they needed more than anything, because the pain of not having them was worse. More then they dared to admit, even to themselves. Roach knew this, and he loved the man in front of him, with words indescribable, and he understood, for once, no confusion was blurring his mind, and he leaned up to Ghost, kissing him softly, leaning their foreheads together, as he delicately whispered the words, "I promise I will never leave you."

(Sorry if I got anything wrong about the Ghost comic book, I just couldn't fit it all in)

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