- Roach had always had feelings for Ghost. He never told anyone though, he was afraid. The last guy that even hinted he liked Ghost and left the next day, never returning. Roach would rather be friends than nothing. Besides, Ghost could never return those feelings or like him in any way other than friends.
*Disclaimer* I don't own the Modern Warfare series or the characters. No copyright infringement intended.
I was sat in the rec room when Ghost walked in. I knew immediately it was him by how the room fell silent, as it always did, after all, Ghost did have a reputation to uphold. Glancing up, I saw him making his way over to sit with Soap, the room returning to its normal pitch of noise.
Poet nudged me to gain my attention. "Roach, c'mon we're going out for a beer. You coming or what?"
I smiled. "Yeah, can't say no to a beer." Standing up, I stretched and felt my joints pop back into place. Sitting down for too long always cramped my muscles, I didn't mind, I was more of an active person anyway.
As we went to leave, I noticed Ghost looking in our direction and feeling my gaze, he directed his attention to me. I smiled, dropping my head after a moment as to appear casual, this definitely wasn't the time to stare.
I frowned in thought, Ghost didn't usually pay that much attention to what was going on, then again, he probably did but never showed any interest. I wondered why he decided to today. Following Poet, Royce, Meat and Ozone outside onto the patio, I glanced at the cloudless sky in amazement, it hasn't rain in days which was an unusual change.
I glance to the side to see Royce holding a beer which he threw when gaining my attention and I reached out a hand to catch it. Just before I could, another hand shot out and claimed my drink.
"Hey!" I turned, scowl set firmly in place to identify the robber which turned out to be our one and only captain who was now chuckling at my expression. Casting a glance to the side I noted Ghost grabbing a beer from the cooler Meat brought out and stiffened, being in close proximity to the man and adding alcohol was not a good plan.
"What? Can't I steal a beer from you now and again?" Soap asked, raising an eyebrow and gaining my attention again.
"Uh, sure thing sir."
He frowned and admonished a finger at me. "Hey, none of that sir shit. We're off duty remember?"
Rolling my eyes, I felt a small smirk pull at the corner of my mouth. "Sure thing Soap."
"Better." Nodding in satisfaction, Soap went to join the others in conversation.
I sighed, guess I'm going to have to get my own beer then. Turning to get one, I jumped upon finding Ghost behind me, holding one out in offering.
"Here you go mate, you're probably going to need one." He chuckled at something, probably the imaginative big ass question mark currently over my head. "Soap wants to talk to you." He jerked his thumb at the Scotsman who was currently arguing with Royce about something.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with scotch." I heard him say when I turned my attention to them.
Royce pulled a face of distaste. "It's bloody awful man."
"It's a whole lot better than lager."
Royce began his retort, but I turned my attention back to the conversation at hand. Seeing Ghost looking at me with his head cocked to the side slightly, I scowled, instantly becoming defensive. "What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing man." Clapping my shoulder, I saw him wink behind his sunglasses. "Good luck with Soap later." With that he left, leaving behind a warm imprint on my shoulder which went straight to my chest, making my heart beat erratically.
Get a hold of yourself Gary! It doesn't mean anything, just friendly contact.
Mentally shaking myself, I joined the others. For the next few hours we enjoyed the day and the cool beers to soothe the almost scorching heat. When dusk fell and the light started fading, we decided to call it a night. Walking inside, I was stopped when Soap grabbed my arm and suddenly remembered what Ghost had warned me about.
Great, here comes this chat, can't wait for this. What have I done now?
Mentally sighing, I waited until Soap spoke. "You ok Roach?"
I my eyebrows rose in surprise, it wasn't like Soap to care. I mean, yeah he did, but not on an external level, at least I didn't think so until now. "Yeah, why?" I asked suspiciously.
"I noticed you looking at Ghost earlier." He said it so bluntly I was inclined to believe he wanted to talk about this for a while now.
Thankfully it was dark so he couldn't see the blush on my cheeks at the embarrassment of being caught, by my captain of all people. "So? I saw him glance up." I shrugged, attempting to play nonchalant but was pretty sure Soap saw through it instantly.
"Is there something you'd like to talk about?"
I stiffened in both surprise and shock. Shit, he definitely knows. Am I really that obvious? Great, if he knows, that probably means Ghost does too. I'll be lucky to survive the night! I sighed in defeat. "You know don't you." I muttered and it was a question, Soap taking note and nodding.
"Does Ghost know? Are you going to tell him?" I blurted out worriedly. I refused to let these stupid emotions ruin my life here.
Soap looked taken aback at the outburst. "No, of course not. I just wanted to know if it would affect your work. You're part of a team and I need to know you're capable."
I laughed in relief, smiling despite the grim outlook of this conversation. "Soap, it's never affected my work. The job comes first, emotions second, always."
"Good." Soap paused and frowned in thought, looking at me strangely. "Wait a moment, what do you mean never?"
I gulped, mentally smacking myself for putting my foot in it, again. I needed to learn to think before I spoke. This wasn't the first time and probably not the last by a long shot. "Well... You see..." I waved my hand in a circular motion, unable to find something to say.
"How long Roach?"
"Couple of months after I joined the task force." I mumbled, getting quieter with each word.
Soap sighed heavily and rubbed his face tiredly. "Well, you've done a good job of hiding it so far. I've only just started noticing and Ghost doesn't have a clue, strange for him since he's usually so intuitive."
"Why?" I asked curiously. "What would happen if he did know?" I held up my hands quickly when he shot me a warning look. "I'm not going to tell him! I'm not that stupid! Just curious as to what happened to the other guy."
"We'll, let's just say... Ghost didn't take it too kindly and the guy left after a few choice words from him, haven't heard from him since."
I gulped in fear. "Note to self, don't ever tell Ghost." I whispered, making Soap chuckle and pat my shoulder reassuringly.
"See you tomorrow Roach."
I watched as he walked away, his figure quickly swallowed by the settling darkness before turning and heading to my room for a hopefully good night's sleep. Which I wouldn't be getting in a while since I had so much new information to process. I sighed and traipsed off towards my room.
"Tonight's going to be a long night..."