Roach stormed into the rec room, looking stressed. He was limping badly, but considering how severe his injury was, it didn't really surprise anyone. They were surprised to see him walking though. Most of them knew he was supposed to get his stitches removed today, but they didn't know when. He sat down on the couch and didn't move, seemingly deep in thought.

"Did you get your stitches removed?" Soap asked.

Roach didn't move.

"Roach?"

Price looked at Soap, silently asking if he knew what was wrong. Soap just shrugged. Roach didn't even acknowledge their presence.

"What's wrong?" He tried again.

He still didn't respond. They made several other attempts at having a conversation, but he just sat there. After a few minutes, they gave up. Roach was thinking about all the meds he had to take. That was getting on his nerves. He was tired of waking up every day only to have meds shoved down his throat. The Alprazolam hadn't helped with his anxiety issues at all. He believed John was still out there and no medicine was ever going to help with that. He didn't see the point in taking the pain meds anymore, his leg ached sometimes but it wasn't that bad, he didn't have any more stitches in, his ribs were slowly getting better, his broken arm didn't hurt that much if he didn't move it, and most of his cuts and scrapes had already healed up, except for the one he just got from Archer.

I'm done.

Most of the Ghosts were in the rec room too, but Merrick, Riley, and Keegan were asleep. Hesh and Logan were talking and Kick was playing Black Ops II. Toad was off somewhere doing God knows what. After about twenty minutes, Ghost came in looking for someone. He glanced around the room and his eyes landed on Roach.

"Roach! What are you doing in here?" He asked, jogging over and sitting down beside him.

Roach didn't respond. Ghost waved a hand in front of his face and he jumped.

"Ah! ...W-what was that for?"

Ghost peered closely at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, why?"

Ghost studied him suspiciously and he leaned back, clearly uncomfortable.

"No... something's wrong. Tell me."

Roach glared at him.

"Oh, I get it. You're mad at me aren't you? Well you can be mad all you want, but it doesn't change the fact that those stitches had to come out." Ghost said, crossing his arms.

"No. I'm not mad at you."

"Who are you mad at then?"

"No one."

"You're definitely mad at someone. I can see it all over your face."

"I'm not mad at anyone, okay?" Roach snapped.

"Oh, hey, I almost forgot. Archer wants to see you."

"Hell no. I'm not in the mood."

"But you have to! He sent me to come get you."

"Have fun trying, you'll be dead by the time you're done."

"Why are you so mean? C'mon seriously, Archer needs you." Ghost said, pulling on his arm (obviously not his broken one) to try and get him to stand up.

"To what? Be his lab rat?"

"No. He probably just wants you to take your meds."

"Now I'm definitely not going." Roach said stubbornly, still refusing to get up.

Ghost looked to Price and Soap for help, but they were laughing.

"You're on your own, Ghost." Soap grinned.

"Fine. If you won't go see Archer, I'll bring him here."

Ghost left the room to go get Archer, and Roach flipped him off. He was back a few minutes later with Archer, who was carrying two small cups.

Well what do you know. More meds to take.

"Roach! Take your meds." Archer said, offering him the cups.

"No."

Archer seemed shocked, he definitely wasn't expecting to get 'no' for an answer. The Ghosts left the room. Ghost and the two captains sat there watching, wondering what was gonna go down.

"Roach, we've been over this. You know you have to take your meds or you won't get better."

"Neither of those are helping me get better, therefore I don't see the point of taking them."

"They are helping you get be better, so you have to take them."

"Nope."

"Why don't you want to?" Archer asked, putting the cups down and crossing his arms.

"Because they're annoying. The Alprazolam makes me dizzy and it's not helping at all. I don't need the pain meds anymore either."

"Why don't you need the pain meds?"

"Because I'm fine. You worry so much you might as well be my mother."

"You're not fine! Two weeks ago you were almost dead!"

Roach looked down at the floor and Archer immediately regretted saying that.

"Roach, I'm-"

"Don't apologize."

"But-"

"Don't. I'm not taking the meds anymore, we're done with this conversation." He said, getting up to leave.

Archer stood there looking defeated. The rest of them just watched as he left, no one dared to try and stop him. As soon as he was gone, Archer left too, heading in the opposite direction. Ghost sat down with a heavy sigh. He was sad that Roach was upset now, but he needed to talk to Price and MacTavish about what was said the other night.

Roach limped down the hallway as quickly as he could with his leg still healing. He couldn't believe Archer had said that. I mean, it was true but he didn't need to be so harsh. He wished that he and Archer could get along. They usually did but when he got injured, they were both more stressed and there was a lot of tension between them, which caused way more frequent fights and arguments. He didn't like arguing with him but when it came to stuff like this, the only way to get what he wanted was to argue until Archer agreed or, in this case, gave up. It didn't always work, but there wasn't much else he could do.

It was so frustrating! He knew Archer only acted the way he did because he was worried about him. Hell, they all were. But he needed to back off. The nightmares and flashbacks made life very difficult, but Archer bothering him all day every day just added to the list of things that made his life hard. Not to mention it stressed him out more. He was sure that his father would be plotting how to get him back by now and that meant he didn't have long. He just hoped John would be too much of a dumbass to figure out where he was. It still scared him though. He had very mixed and confused feelings when it came to John. Fear and hate battled constantly in his mind, but neither ever won. He was terrified of John, but at the same time, he hated him so much it was unimaginable.

He sighed as he wandered aimlessly through the halls. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't give a shit right now. He just felt like being alone...

After a while of wandering around the base, he decided to go take a shower and started searching for a bathroom.

1 Hour Later...

Ghost sat on the couch in the rec room, hanging out with the Ghosts and the rest of the 141. He told Price and MacTavish about Roach and the flashbacks. They felt bad for him but there wasn't much they could do. No one else knew about them besides Ghost, Price, and MacTavish. Roach would be really pissed at him if he knew that he told them, but someone else needed to know. He couldn't be the only person to know about it, that would be very difficult to deal with. He ran a hand through his short hair and sighed, wishing life wasn't so damn complicated.

Archer walked in with a plate of food.

"Has anyone seen Roach?"

"No, why?" Ghost asked.

"He needs to eat his dinner."

"Just leave it here, he's gotta come back sometime." Kick said with a grin.

"Do any of you know where he went?"

"No, he's probably just pacing around a room somewhere. He does that when he's mad. I think you should leave him be, though. If you try to talk to him right now, he's probably gonna knock you on your ass. You saw how angry he was earlier, its been a while but we both know he's still gonna be pissed at you." Toad said.

Archer was about to reply, but Roach walked in and beat him to it.

"Toad is actually right for once. I'm still pissed."

He walked past him and sat on the couch. As usual, he laid down and put his feet in Ghost's lap.

"Where have you been?"

"Well mom, it's a wonderful story. I walked around for a while. Then I took a shower. Isn't my life fascinating?" He said sarcastically.

Some of the Ghosts laughed, but stopped when Archer shot them a murderous glare.

"Don't call me mom."

"Why not? You act like one."

"Because I'm not! You didn't get your cast wet, did you?" Archer asked.

"No, of course not. I'm not a dumbass."

"That's good to know. You need to eat your dinner." He said, gesturing to the plate of food.

"Did you know that food tastes like shit when there's meds in it?" Roach mused.

"There's none in this."

"Eat some, then I might believe you."

Archer hesitated and Roach automatically knew he was lying.

"Nice try, but I wasn't hungry anyways."

"Oh, come on Roach! You lost like fifty pounds! You need to eat!"

"I'll eat when you get me food that isn't filled with meds, and that includes sedatives."

Archer looked at him like he grew a third eye.

"Oh, come on Archer. You may think I'm just some stupid teenager, but I know you better than you think. You don't give up as easily as you did earlier. Ever."

"What are you talking about?"

"I've already told you I'm not a dumbass. Don't try to lie to me."

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

"And you're really trying my patience. I need to teach you how to lie, your posture's all wrong."

"My posture?"

"Yes, your posture. Now go get me some real food while the offer's still available." Roach said, making shooing motions with his hands.

Archer grumbled and left the room with the plate of food.

"...Doesn't even know how to lie correctly." Roach mumbled, shaking his head.

A/N: I know, the ending of this chapter was a bit rushed. But I couldn't think of anything else to do... sorry... Please review! I love reviews!