A/N: So, as for not updating or responding to anything... well, there was a dragon and... fine, it's summer and I got lazy. Anyway, here is Worm's story! Let me know what you think and tell me about any mistakes or anything good I do. On to the thank yous!

Spitfire USN: Thanks! That helped a whole bunch! I was busier than a cat in a sandbox trying to figure out Royce's story. As for your ending, Air Force guy huh? I thought you would be more of a Navy guy given your name. LOL

ONWARDS

"Well, I first earned my badge of honor during BUD/S. 2012 was the year and I thought, hey, the world us scheduled to end this year. Might as well do something stupid, like join the Navy and become a frogman. So, I did and ya'll know what happens at BUD/S. My squad, being the dwarf squad, was the slowest with the boats that day, same as always. Only problem was, the chief was in a bad mood. So, he made us run it again while everyone else went off for chow. Then, we had to get wet and sandy, which is when-"

Roach excitedly cuts Petty Officer 3rd Class Jamison "Worm" Grant off. "When you go into the surf and roll around in the sand! I've always wanted to do that!"

"Quit your fangirling, bug!" Scarecrow calls out from his position on the counter next to the kitchen.

Roach boyishly grins at him, "At least I quote unquote fangirl over something better than ice hockey!"

Scarecrow growls, "It isn't fangirling you bitch. It's called being a fan!"

"Sorry mate, Roach has you there!" Ghost grins underneath his balaclava.

"You always take Roach's side, leftenant!" Royce calls out.

"Does not! I didn't see your ass runnin 50 laps instead of 40!" Roach shouts.

"ANYWAY, you were saying, Worm?" Chemo butts in.

"Why, Roach, would you want to get wet and sandy? It fucking sucks ass! Anyway, when we passed the rocks and were heading back into the surf when we capsized. Before I could break the surface, I felt something brush against my skin. Not trying to open my eyes underwater, I brushed it off as one of my squadmates and kicked to the surface. When I broke the surface, however, I heard a guy call out shark. He even did that damn diving symbol for it! Not too many sharks show up at Coronado so I didn't quite believe him at first." Worm chuckles at the group's various expressions, particulary Roach's face of disbelief and Neon's outright shit eating grin.

"So why aren't you Shark Bait or Shark or something like that?" Chemo asks.

"Because of what the damn fish did. When I finally found it, it was right on top of me and it kept nudging me. When I pulled myself into the sorry excuse for a boat, it went cattywampus!"

"Caddy what piss? You drunk, lad?" MacTavish laughed.

"Cattywampus, Cap'n. It's southern American for 'awry' or 'shit's hit the fan'. Anyway, the fucking white shark bit the raft and sunk it, forcing us to swim back. This guy particulary had an interest in me and only me. I couldn't swim more than six feet without the thing bumping me and shit. It wad then our instructors decided us worthy of a ride back and they sent a boat after us. When it arrived, they were hurrying us on and, naturally, I was the last to go. When I went to get on, Sharkie wouldn't let me. It took 10 minutes to get me on board, and my chief called me shark bait after that. Later on, during Hell Week no less, the same fucking shark showed up and followed me again. They took to calling me bait when they fished a little fish chilling with the shark outta my boots. They called me 'Bait' then and it transformed into Worm when we went crawling through the mud, army style. I was the fastest, and the dirtiest. My chief came up to me and said, 'Hey, Bait, ya know they use worms on their fishing lines, right? Well, maybe the shark mistook you for a worm and was looking for an easy meal!' And so, Worm I am! Besides, haven't you ever heard of the one-eyed wonder worm?" He winks.

"I'd expect that from Meat, mate, not from you." Ghost shakes his head.

"Alright, who is next?" Roach grins, "How about you, Ghost?"

"It's because he's mean amd scary!" Canine slurs, finishing his fourth beer.

"Nah, it's because of his stealth ninja skills!" Neon calls out.

Roach, moving towards Ghost's back sneakily, holds in his snickers.

"Dude, it's because he is actually a ghost, dude doesn't die, like Roach." Worm jokes.

"Or because of his... MASK!" Roach slips Ghost's mask off and runs.

"YOU BLOODY WANKER! YOU GET YOUR SORRY ASS BACK HERE BEFORE I SEND YOU UP THE BRITISH FLAG POLE YOU DAMN YANK!" Ghost storms after him.

Roach only laughs as his makes a sprint for the kitchen! "ONLY IF YOU CAN CATCH ME, RED COAT!"

"Ghost, don't kill him, I don't want to fill out more paperwork." MacTavish sighs.

"Rog'!"

"I'll go next, if Roach lives." Canine says.

Roach runs out of the kitchen, giggling, with Ghost right on his heels. Suddenly, the room flashes red as the alarms sound. Several men jump but all quickly start cleaning their respective messes. Roach tosses Ghost his balaclava. MacTavish's phone buzzes and the words, "YOU'RE OFFICE. FIVE MIKES." flashes. "Shepard's coming. Op or recruit?" Roachs asks.

"Looks like recruit."