Before we start I want to warn you that you will be scared after reading this chapter. However, do not be put off. It's only a minor one-shot. Nothing bad! :] happy reading~

Roach opened the bag and smelled the sweet smell of salt and vinegar. Kayla, next to him, body touching body opened her bar and took a bite. He reached into his chip bag and picked one up before popping it into his mouth and savouring the sweetly sour flavour. As he bit down the chip made a loud crunch sound and Kayla just giggled.

"What's so funny?"

"You and your chip munching. You're like a beast!"

"I'll show you what a beast is!" He rolled over onto his stomach collapsing onto Eagle and she squealed trying to squirm away from him.

"Gee, you just look like a mon-" She was cut off as his lips pressed gently onto hers.

I tasted the salt and vinegar on my lips as Roach pressed his down onto mine. I felt his hand slip behind my head and follow the curve of my spine I put my hand on his neck and traced the individual vertebrae in his neck. It was strange to be like this with someone especially Roach. It seemed wrong but it also seemed like it fit into the rules.

We stayed intermit for a few minuets before I pushed him away gently and his pager beeped.

"This is just wrong."

"Nuh ah," He says playfully "No one needs to know do they?"

I started blushing and looked away.

"I guess not."

"Cool. You heard, I gotta run."

"Cya. Don't let 'Tav skin your arse!"

"Don't worry." And with that he got up chucked the empty packet into the bin by the door and left.

I turned the TV off and scowled. Guys. Always trying to get some. Yet I had allowed him to.

Ghost sat in the office and heard the knock at the door. He looked at Soap who just looked up at the door and said, "Come in."Roach entered and took the seat next to the door.

"Is this about the other day? The fight?"

"No, "MacTavish said" But you have been put back onto full duties as I'm in a good mood today."

"Oh yay. But seriously, what's all this about?"

Ghost turned to Roach.

"About the lady herself." He made sure to emphasis 'lady' as it really wasn't what she should be called. You could call her a bloke any day.

Roach still looked confused so before MacTavish could reply he spoke up.

"Well, how to put this, hmmm," He paused for a moment. "We can't really have a girl hanging around. And besides, she has a situation with the list."

"Exactly." Soap murmurs.

Roach sat there. Shocked.

"So you're saying you want to kick her out of 141?" He felt like he was about to loose it.

"Well no, we don't want to kick her out. But since Shepard she's fallen through the cracks."

"I don't understand, Ghost."

"We feel she'll be more welcome at the rangers. She already knows Corporal Dun." Ghost just looked down at his hands.

"And she knows Private Allen, quite well. She will be fine." MacTavish smiles.

"None of the other guys have an issue with her. She's not behind in training. She can shoot better then Archer and she is the glue of all of us!"

"Have you ever wondered why, Roach, take a moment and think."

He thought for a moment. Sure the guys were always trying to hit it off with her (just as he had done) and he suddenly realised that she had to leave because she was distracting the other guys from their duties.

I rolled off my bed and hit the floor. It was only 5am but Ghost was banging on my door yelling at me to get my lazy arse up out of bed and head down to the pit.

Untangling myself from the sheets I open my eyes and try to wake up. I have a bad habit when it comes to waking up. Some call me a zombie and I always. Always. Step into things when I first wake up. Roach is worse though. I only hit one thing then I'm up and swearing but he could hit every object from here to the moon and still be asleep. Thinking about him makes me think about yesterday. I'm not sure if I should ignore it or go hunt him down and kill him slowly. I mean, sure enough he's good looking but still. We're in the goddamn army. We shouldn't really be doing that sort of shit. I feel like going to 'Tavish and whining about him but he's already in enough shit so I'll save the story until my 21st.

I rummage around on the floor and pick the sheets up and shove them on my bed. (I never bother making it) I then walk over to the door and fiddle with all the switches until I find the light switch. I switch it on and walk over to my draws to get my clothing but I stub my toe on the edge of my bed.

"Fuuuck. Goddamn bed. What are you doing there?"

I edit my course and finally make it to my draws. I pull out an olive shirt and combat trousers. Pulling on my boots I head out the door and taking a shortcut through the alley between the offices and storage rooms I head for the pit. On my way I see Chemo, Rocket and Scarecrow. I run to catch up and as soon as I do all three guys mutter their greetings and I return them.

"So, does the nose hurt?"

"Nup, not anymore, want one?" Chemo looks at me funny.

"I already have a nose."

"Right. So I see."

Scarecrow just laughs, "You need to wake up sis."

We walk over to the pit and we form our line. Ghost was already waiting up top and he glared at me as I bent down and tied my shoelaces. Another thing I'm bad at. I can't tie to save my life!

And now we should be around 5-7k words. Halfway through posting what I have already typed.

DO NOT FEAR! I will continue to press those keys! [even in my grave-but that's not promise. For I dunno how well a dead me could type]