Ghost yawned and shifted to his side on the couch. He studied the dark, ominous room. Odd shapes, shadows, and forms loomed all around.
" Now I know why Roach didn't want to sleep down here…"
Soft thumps cut the silence as someone descended the nearby stairs. Ghost fell silent, watching the form as it passed the couch to the fridge only a few feet away.
It was MacTavish.
The older man opened the fridge and began to drink strait from the milk carton, half asleep.
Ghost couldn't resist. He silently rolled off the couch and crouched, sneaking his way over into the kitchen. He stopped right behind his captain, who was oblivious. He stood.
" We all have to drink that you know."
MacTavish jumped, spilling half the carton all over himself. He whipped around and threw a punch, but Ghost dodged and ducked back into the darkness.
" Ghost, this isn't funny…" The Scotsman warned as he inched nervously through the darkness towards the light switch, which was back by the couch. Scuffling sounded in the darkness.
" Im going to strangle you." MacTavish laughed as he reached out, trying to hide his utter terror.
He flipped on the light switch.
The large room was empty, the only thing out of place was the milk all over the floor back at the fridge.
" Were the bloody hell…."
" Oi!"
MacTavish looked up. Ghost was sitting on the top step of the stairs, sipping on a glass of milk. His face was a mix of joy and seriousness.
" A wee bit jumpy tonight laddie?" The lieutenant asked, mimicking his captains Scottish accent. MacTavish smiled.
" Im going to get you back for that."
" Ey? And how would you go about that?"
" You'll see. And by the way, your sleeping upstairs from now on, mate."
That morning….
Roach sat at the dining table, biting at an apple. He was the first up, as usual.
" Morning captain." The young man greeted an MacTavish walked down the stairs, a grin on his face.
" Hello Roach" He greeted, his hands behind his back " Mind doing a little errand for me, lad?"
Roach raised an eyebrow, suspicious. The last time he got sent on an errand, he got his balls kicked in.
" Depends, what am I doing?"
From behind his back the captain produced a jar, the lid perforated with holes.
" I need you to go nature hunting…"