Sorry for the late update! I had internet problems and I have managed to find a 'hot' zone within my house :] So enjoy this chapter that I have actually just finished writing!

Now Ghost knew something was up. Both MacTavish and Eagle kept glancing over to him. One moment Eagle would glare at him from the other side of the table and the next moment Soap would just look at him as he ate his dinner.

He had a feeling it had something to do with the tap 'incident'.

Ghost decided to end this now and so he walked over to MacTavish.

"Sir, what's the deal with you and Eagle glaring at me?"

"Do you remember the tap from this morning?"

"Yeah, what about it. I thought Roach was going to turn it off."

"He didn't and your room has then flooded. As a result you can bunker with Eagle sleeping in her spare bed. And if I hear about any funny business you'll be up to here with shit." Soap motioned to his eyes with his hand.

"Yes sir. But trust me. You would hear from the moon if any funny business did happen."

"What are you implying Ghost? Are you planning on some of this funny business?"

He raised his hands defensively "No. I wouldn't dare!"

"Good, now run off and go tell her. I'll have the doctor on standby."

"Ah, thanks mate…"

With that Ghost walked over to Eagle.

I saw Ghost come over and I scooted over to Roach's seat. Most of the guys had headed to the Rec room but I was perfectly fine sitting here.

"What do you want?" I ask him not yet giving my full attention.

"It's bad news,"

"Isn't it always bad news with you?" I joke

"Hmmm…. I guess. But I'm on orders from MacTavish to bunker in your room."

"If you sleep in the spare bed and don't snore, I may only kill you at midnight. But. Simon, swear you life on this that you won't try any funny business. I'll get Price to start planning you funeral."

Ghost sighed. "You sound like MacTavish. But course there would be no funny business."

I found his reply shaky and unsure, "You sure?"

"Yeah. Just make sure you don't try any funny business."

I laughed as a funny image came into my head.

"What?" He asked

"If you wake up in the middle of a night with someone straddling you don't panic-"

"I thought there was no funny business…"

I put a finger up to that grinning skull, "Let me finish. It will only be me murdering you."

"Uh huh. Well then. I'm going to the rec room." He got up and patted my head before getting up and leaving.

I looked around and a few staff members were sitting around a table eating, then I saw 'Tav and I scooted over to him and sat at the opposite end of the table.

I don't think he noticed me; he carried on muttering to himself whilst reading his magazine.

"Oh, now she's big. And now, she has a big capacity. OH! Look at that one! She is HOT!"

I don't think I want to know. I clear my throat and he jumps up and throws the magazine in the air. I try to get a look at it but it moves too quickly.

"Ah, what are you reading?"

He blushes. BLUSHES! Holly shit. Soap can BLUSH! "I guess you heard that then." He laughs nervously. So, was he actually reading porn?

"Well?"

He picks the magazine up off the floor and flips open to the page he was previously on. Before me was five guns. All are amazing and all guns I wouldn't mind having!

"Oh yes. I see now." I point to the Remington shotgun, "I wouldn't mind that one. A nice pump action."

Soap points to the accessories. "And then, put this on. And you have slug storage on the gun itself."

"Genius," I smile. "Catch ya later Captain."

He waves and goes back to his magazine.