Chapter 5: Off Comes the Mask

5 days had gone by since the little 'moment' Ghost had. He had slept in Roaches room three of those days, which Roach didn't mind at all.

Roach glanced up at the sound of the door opening. Ghost walking in and closed it behind him.

"Hey mate…" his British accent made Roach smile softly.

"What's wrong, man?" he sat up and crossed his legs, patting the spot beside him. Ghost hesitated for a moment then sat down.

"I guess I'm kind of bored… maybe." Roach snickered softly. "What?"

"I never thought I would hear that form the famous 'no-show-emotion-because-that-damned-mask' Ghost." Even though he couldn't see Ghost eyes he could feel them burning into him, wishing looks could kill. Then Roach got an idea. "Hey Ghost…?"

"Hmm?" Ghost crossed his arms, annoyed by what Roach had said.

"Why don't you take of your mask off now? I mean I'm the only one here… and we're alone so… could you?" Roach slowly scooted closer to Ghost.

"NO."

"Please?"

"NO…"

"Please?"

"Gary! NO! That's –" Before Ghost could finish, Roach jumped at him, grabbing at the mask and pulling. He jumped and landed in the middle of the room. Ghost froze. When Roach pulled the mask off, he made the sunglasses fall in his lap. Roach's eyes widened. Light brown hair fell to cover his eyes. His lips were slightly parted.

"Ghost…?" Roach walked up closer, but was frozen dead in his place when ghost shifted his gaze to him. Ghost eyes where full of emotions. They were a mix of blue, and brown. Roach was snapped out of his thoughts as a very pisses Ghost jumped at him. Roach ran out the door down to Ghost room, closing the door and jumping on the bed. The door flew open to a glaring, and slightly smirking Ghost.

"Give… me… the… mask… NOW." He said slowly and darkly, making Roach want to whimper. Ghost jumped at Roach, but before tackling the younger to the bed, Roach stuffed the mask down his shirt. He didn't really know WHY he did it but hey, it worked. A second later, Roach was pinned on his back, hands held above his head with only one of Ghost's. Ghost looked around franticly, trying to find his beloved mask. The word beloved made Roach annoyed for some reason. Sure he liked Ghost… he wished ghost

Would treat him like he did his mask, but still. "Where is it Gary?" Roach's eyes locked with Ghost, making it hard for Roach to breath

"U-Umm… I-it's…" he couldn't form the words. Only glance between Ghost's eyes and lips. Without really thinking he leaned his head up enough to touch his lips with Ghost's. He felt Ghost body flinch at the touch and a gasp come from his mouth. A second or two passed and Roach didn't get the reaction he prayed, but deep down know he wouldn't get. He pulled away, looking shyly into Ghost's eyes. "Sorry… Ghost." He looked away. Not wanting to see how much Ghost hated him not. Suddenly he felt a hand run under his shirt. Roach snapped his vision back to Ghost, who was almost giving him a heart-filled look. He felt Ghost grab the mask, but leaned down before pulling it out. Roach felt Ghost warm breath on his ear.

"Really? Your shirt? How are you a sergeant… and how did you make it on the 141?" he laughed to himself be for sitting back up. He let go of Roach's hands and stood. Roach sat up slowly. He started to get up before Ghost pushed him back down to sit. "I want you to explain to me."

"Explain what?" Roach was a little nerves. What did Ghost really want to know?

"Why you stayed here in the first place, why you've been staring at me ever since you joined 141, why you kissed me… everything." Ghost smirked. He knew the answers already, but he liked messing with the little bug.