MacTavish took us to the shop before we went to eat. At first we were going to a pub but a diner caught both Ghost and MacTavish's eye. We were promised drinks after we ate. He leads us in, snagging a booth by a large window section. We order drinks, mostly water since we'll be drinking later and wait around. Ghost seems to of scanned through the menu and figured out exactly what he wanted. MacTavish's eyes lingered a little longer before he looks up to us. Ghost took the seat across from him and I wanted to sit next to MacTavish so he couldn't really avoid any questioning of mine.
"You boys excited for the change?" MacTavish asks, his eyes looking at me then across to Ghost.
"Mate, I've been dying for a change like this. Don't get me wrong Kempsons a good guy but he's so high strung." Ghost replies.
"Oh is he now? And yer thinkin I won't be?"
"Highly doubt it. You're round our age, for one. You've also offered to take us out for dinner and drinks. I really don't think you're anything like Kempson."
The waitress walks back over to the table with waters in her hands. She sits them down in front of us then takes out a note pad for our orders.
"Fish n chip for me," Ghost starts off. The waitress nods then writes it down.
MacTavish laughs a little, "Man of simple tastes."
"What can I say, I'm a simple man."
The two share a laugh. MacTavish then looks at the waitress. "The Texan."
"Would you like everything on that, sir?" The waitress questions.
"Yes ma'am." He picks up Ghosts menu and stacks it on top of his own.
"And for you, sir?" She looks down to me.
"The 284 melt, please." I say, taking the menus from MacTavish. The waitress writes it down.
"And that comes on sourdough. Are you okay with that or would you like another bread?"
"Sourdoughs fine."
She nods, "Your orders will be right out." She takes the menus from us then goes to put the order in.
"Okay but you really went with fish n chips--" MacTavish tries to start.
"The way I see it, if I look at a menu and they have it. I offer it. If they don't, I panic."
"I've seen it happen, sir." I say looking over to Soap. "There was this one place we went to when we were in Europe. Man nearly had a breakdown." I start to smile, trying to hold in a laugh.
"Seems serious." MacTavish says, looking over to Ghost. He's catching on and starting to smile.
"Oh it very much is, sir. If I don't get my daily fish n chip, I could very well kill a man."
MacTavish starts to laugh, leading to Ghost and I to laugh as well.
"I'm glad you both aren't high strung. I'm not sure I could handle that." MacTavish says. "Might even tell you boys my nickname."
"Oooo you shouldn't of said you had one, MacTavish. Ghost will find it if you don't tell us." I say, still laughing a little.
"Oh and have you two spread it everywhere. It was bad enough before--"
"You say that, talking to a man who's nickname is Roach." Ghost says.
"He has a point." I look from Ghost to MacTavish.
"Ya don't say it, I'll find it out easy. Hell I'll tell the new men about it too."
MacTavish groans a little, "Please don't. Just..." he sighs, "Just between us. Okay?"
"Okay," Ghost and I say in unison.
"Soap."
"Soap?" We question.
Ghost laughs, "And you questioned Roach's dumb nickname?"
"Hey!" I kick Ghost under the table, which makes him laugh more.
"Some nerve, Soap."
"You're not going to let that go, are ya. Least don't tell the other men, it's the one thing I hate." Soap says, swishing his water back and fourth with his straw.
"Oh I'll use it sparingly, don't worry. It's safe between us."
"How the hell does one get the nickname 'Soap'?" I question.
Soap shakes his head, "Rather not talk about it."
"Then I'll speculate," Ghost says. He shifts in the seat, so that he's sitting back more. One of his hands pushes up his sunglasses. "It's either because you keep yourself so well groomed. Or it's because you 'slip out of situations'." Ghost adds a small chuckle at the end.
"Hm, too bad I won't say what's right or wrong."
"Ahh then I'll keep speculating. You're making it easy on me."
The waitress walks back to us with our food. She sits it down in front of us. We thank her and she soon leaves us.
Ghost picks up a chip, "Full disclosure, sir, my nicknames more than that. You want a ghost? You have one." He pulls down his mask so that he can eat.
"Reassuring, and I think we can use the both of you. I was the one that suggested you two." Soap says picking up his burger.
"Really?" I ask. "You're more in charge of picking soldiers than Shepherd?"
"Kinda. I just heard about you two from a friend. Said some of Kempsons guys have real potential."
"Weird... we barley meet any Bravo--"
"Except those three dickheads," Ghost interrupts with a small laugh. "Gaz and them yeah?"
"Yeah..." Soap says, his mood changing a little. He eats a few more bites of his burger before switching to the chips.
"They didn't make it... did they?" Ghost asks. "I heard rumors of what happened to those men. I'm sorry for your loss."
The air around the table shifts to something sad. We eat most of our meal in silence, seeming to cheer up or put on an act when the waitress comes back. After a bit she clears our plates. Soap pays then almost pushes me so we can leave.
"Still getting drinks?" Ghost finally asks.
"Yeah sure." Soap says, though his personality doesn't seem to be there.
Ghost goes to him and puts an arm around his neck. "Mate, the two of us won't die on you. We're the hardest bastards you'll ever find. The man that tries to kill us, has another thing coming." He smiles then pulls up his mask. Marking that one of the few times I've ever seen it.
Soap seems to smile. He puts an arm around Ghost and nods. "You two better not, I'm already starting to like ya both. I'd really hate to lose anymore friends."
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Roach
Fanfiction"I promise I'll come back in once piece." After the death of his father, Gary "Roach" Sanderson thought that he should join the military just like his dad. He never really gave it much thought and as a seven year old, it never meant much to him. As...
