Ok I decided I'd try and continue this for a bit more.

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Roach nuzzled his head into his pillow as he slowly started to wake up. He sighed deeply and let his mind wander. His thoughts strayed back to the events of yesterday and he flipped onto his back, now wide awake. He glanced over to the sleeping form of Meat, then up at the ceiling. Roach rubbed his eyes as he soon thought about the day ahead of him. "fuuuuuuuck."

Roach got dressed slowly, not in the mood to face anybody. As he slowly walked to the mess hall, he couldn't help but notice all the stares he received. Roach hung his head as he entered the room, the volume lowering considerably as he headed over to get his food. Of course as he sat down at his normal table with Meat and the lot, a snicker was heard at the end of the table. Roach looked up to see none other than Meat, with a huge grin on his face.

"So pretty boy. Do you think you could spare me some of those briefs? After all, they did look like they had good support." Gary visibly stiffened. "But I might need a bigger size, ya know." Gary glared at Meat who had a shit eating grin on his face now. Gary looked back down at his plate before slowly scooting out of his chair, stood up stiffly and mumbled, "I'm not hungry," before walking out of the room. Just as he exited he passed by Ghost who was just walking in.

"Is everything all right mate?" he asked quietly. The look on Gary's face had him worried. Gary only nudged past him, nodding slightly, before heading back to his room to change into his PT gear. Ghost looked over to where Meat sat and saw him laughing. Ghost stared at Meat long enough for the entire table to become aware of it. As they all began squirming under the skull balaclava and dark red sunglasses, he finally looked away, thinking that his point had gotten across, and headed over to get some food, letting Roach have some time to himself.

Later…

Gary huffed as he pulled himself over the brick wall of the obstacle course they were running. As he ran over the finish line he reached for his water bottle, only to realize it wasn't there. He looked around confused until he saw Meat drinking from it. "Hey, that's mine you big oaf." Meat only shrugged as he chugged it down. As he dropped it down onto the sandy floor of the desert Gary glared at him.

"Thanks a lot."

"No problem stripper boy." Meat replied smugly.

"What'd you call me?" Gary asked more confused than anything.

"I said, 'no problem stipper boy.'".

Gary clenched his hands into fist as he turned to look at Meat face to face.

"Take… that… back." He growled. He was fed up with this shit, he had been having to deal with this shit for hours now and was getting sick of it fast.

Meat merely shrugged again. "Why should I? It's the truth. It's not my fault you like to strip."

Ghost who was nearby when he said this was about to scream at Meat for the fourth time that day and was about to send him on another 2 mile run before a blood curdling scream filled the air. Before he could move to interject Roach had leapt at Meat. Ghost definitely hadn't expected that. At first he was too stunned to move as Roach threw himself at Meat. He watched as Roach threw a right then left hook before a quick jab to Meats nose, blood spurting out and surely broken, before grabbing Meats right arm and hooking his leg behind Meats knee, throwing him to the ground where he continued to pummel him. Ghost had time to think "that's why he's in the Task Force" before he finally snapped out of his shock and wrapped his arms around Gary's torso, hauling him backward off of Meat. Ghost fell backward onto his butt, Gary in his lap, both of their legs sprawled out as Gary awkwardly tried to struggle out of his grasp. Ghost felt sorrow for the younger man. Gary had never acted like this, never shown any sign of aggression, and had never ever thrown a punch on his own team mates, the fact that he had worried Ghost as the younger man continued to struggle against him. As Meat walked away with Chemo and Rocket at his sides, groaning while holding his nose, the rest of the team started to gather around as Ghost continued to restrain the now crying Sergeant.

"Gary!" Ghost yelled. Never before had he called him by his real name, but that was the only thing that seemed to make sense in his head. The response was what he had expected. Immediately Gary froze in his lap. Ghost put his right hand on Gary's forehead and his left arm across his chest, pulling Gary back against him. Ghost ignored the close proximity and the stares of the group that was around them. He put his mouth close to Gary's ear, "I want you to go straight to MacTavishe's office. I'll meet you there in a few minutes." Ghost slowly loosened his grip on Gary. As Gary sat up from his lap he couldn't help but feel the muscles that rippled under his shirt. As he walked away Ghost eyed Gary from behind. He had to admit he loved the way Gary's loose cargo pants hung on his hips. Suddenly Ghost felt a prickling in his back and he soon remembered the Task Force members that were standing behind him. He got up slowly, glad for the balaclava that was now hiding the crimson blush on his cheeks, and turned to look behind him. Many of the men were giving him peering looks while some were looking absolutely confused.

"Trainings over for the day. I don't want to hear a word about this from anyone." And with that he walked away towered MacTavishe's office.

I know it was shorter, but I think the content makes up for that… I hope. Tell me what ya think about it so far, if you would be so kind.