Roach didn't understand why he was so angry. He had never felt so angry for so long before. He had been with task force 141 for a year now, and in that year Meat and the others had pulled what seemed like hundreds of jokes on him. They had put roaches in his pillow, stole his clothes and replaced them with girl clothes while he was in the shower, hung him to the flag pole by his belt, and much, much, more. And Roach had always forgiven them by the next day. But this time he felt different, when he woke up the next morning he felt furious as he looked around at his sleeping room mates.

" Ill just sleep a little bit more, then ill feel better." Roach mumbled to himself as he buried his face into his pillow. The next time he opened his eyes he was totally alone.

" Ahhhhhhh…." Roach groaned as he shifted into a sitting position in his bunk. His head dully throbbed from the hubcap incident yesterday. Remembering what happened once again angered him. What time was it?

" Roach?"

" Huh?" Roach whipped his head towards the entrance of the tent in surprise. He was even more surprised to find Price standing there. He didn't look happy.

" You should have gotten up ten minutes ago, mate."

Roach gave him a confused look. Price shook his head.

" Meat didn't tell you?"

" No."

Price rolled his eyes, he seemed just as annoyed as Roach was.

" You four, Ghost, MacTavish, and I have the day off. Were heading into a nearby town for some food. Get your lazy ass up and get dressed, be out in ten."

Price left the tent, not waiting for Roach's response, which he figured would be whining. Roach groaned and rolled out of bed to get some clothes. This was going to be a long ass day.

Roach winced as he sat down in the booth next to Ghost, who was typing away on his laptop. His head was killing him. MacTavish looked across the table and finally noticed the bump on roaches forehead, which was now purple.

" Roach, were the hell did that come from?"

Roach looked up with a deer in the head lights look. Should he lie? Hell yes he should.

" Um, I tripped, sir."

" You….. Tripped?"

" Yes, sir."

" And you expect me to believe that?"

"…. yes sir."

His captain was abut to say something else when Price cut him off.

" Let it go Soap, he's an adult, he can handle himself."

Reluctantly MacTavish shut his mouth, but continued to watch Roach closely. Roach closed his eyes miserably. He badly wanted to tell his Captain what had happened so he could give Meat and the others an earful like he usually did. But he didn't, because Price was right. He was an adult, and he should be able to stick up for himself. He was sick of always being a burden to his superiors. He always needing saving from one situation or another, and he was sick of it. He was here to serve, not be treated like a twelve year old. But, no matter how hard he tried, he could never stick up for himself.