YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — Soap had seen it. At first, he thought he was a madman. More than Ghost, even! He and his soldiers were out, training in the vast expanses of Credenhill. He had just barked an order... when, suddenly, the sun disappeared. Of all things, the star that made the sky blue, fed the plants, and shone brilliantly. In one moment, the sky dimmed to an ebony blank and even the flames on his cigar dimmed as it fell out of his mouth. The captain turned, eyes widened as he yelled for his soldiers to get underground. That was simply a few days ago. Now, in the bunker, Soap was dozing off. His icy eyes shut once, twice, before falling asleep.

One of the youngest that had been brought in... was Roach. The dirty blonde, almost ginger Army Ranger was training. He knew, despite being as childish as he was, he needed to keep himself in shape. His forest green eyes narrowed as he threw a knife against a target. It made a satisfying sound. However, he had missed his bullseye. By only a couple inches at most, and he sighed.
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When it first happened, Ghost assumed it had been an eclipse. One of them, he couldn't remember which did what, but that wasn't much important now. No, he hadn't been sure why everyone was freaking out, he really wasn't paying attention to the gravity of the situation. With annoyance, he'd followed orders and herded those they could into the bunker. By then, though, he realized what had happened, but he always found it best to just pretend everything was normal. That meant keeping the mask and sunglasses secure on his face despite the seeming uselessness of them underground. The tall Brit leaned against the wall now, watching his younger, American friend take a shot with the throwing knife. Quietly, he pushed away and stepped up beside Roach, on his left and just a step behind (very much within socially unacceptable range) reaching his right hand around the lad with a throwing knife in his grip. He had too many knives too count and half the time could have one within killing range without anyone even noticing until they felt the tip agianst their throat. Luckily, that wasn't his intention with Roach. His left hand rested on Roach's upper arm and there was a smirk beneath his mask, but at this point it was something that could almost be heard in his voice. "Nice try, mate, but not quite hittin' the mark." With a flick of his wrist, he sent the knife flying and imbedding itself right in the center. "Bullseye," he drawled quietly, teasing the younger soldier. He just wanted to show off, but if Roach needed pointers, he would gladly show him. Of course, he would take that and use it to get Roach to do something ridiculous and stupid later on. (Maybe itching powder in Soap's sheets?)

YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — At first, the American could have cared less about the sun disappearing and the planet being in a deep freeze. Roach was in a different country. He had wanted to see his family one last time. To know they were safe. Heck, he might  have even chosen to go in his family bunker instead of his unit one. But, for all the Sergeant knew... his family was dead. The Task Force was all he had left. That’s when Ghost has went behind him, and then touched him. The young soldier heard the sound of a knife going by. Despite his show-offy-mess and the fact that Ghost had a dinstinct voice, Roach’s self defense mode went into high gear. His eyes narrowed and he turned sharply. And, after all that, he would attempt to roundhouse kick his superior in the gut. — WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

Unfortunatelly, Ghost hadn't been prepared for that. Oddly enough, he was so used to everyone else being so used to his phantom-like presence, he forgot he still had the ability to scare his fellow soldiers. He grunted as the boot connected and nearly doubled over, taking only a hard step back before he pushed through. Quickly, he would step closer, hands up as he aimed to shove the American back, getting right up in his personal space to lightly hook his foot and try to pull him off balance. It took him several seconds to be able to speak, but that all added to his flare. If Roach ended up on the floor, he would kneel over him, one hand against his knees so he couldn't kick up. If he didn't, Ghost would still step closer to the shorter man and try to stop anymore hits from him. "Oi, watch it, kitten. Is' just me. I'm tryin' to help you."

YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — Only after his foot had connected, did the American truly realize who it was. By then, it was too late. His feet had been knocked under him and the English soldier was kneeling by him. Thar stopped the hots. Roach’s fearful face turned somewhat calmer. After all, one didn’t know who to trust. At least, in their profession. For all he knew, Ghost could have attempted to stab him in the back. Roach let out a growl. He was not fond of being pushed and so much more that the  Mancunian did. “Sorry, pal. Thought someone wanted to do me in so I did what I thought I had to.” He says, almost bitterly. — WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

Ghost grinned as he lifted his mask just enough for Roach to see his mouth. It was usually the most he exposed around people. Patting his knee, he stood and leaned over, offering Roach a hand to pull him back on his feet. It was fair enough to assume Ghost might be there to stab you in the back, but he'd hardly dispatch someone so quickly when they had all the time in the world now. "Nobody down here's gonna hurt you." Brushing his own shoulder, he would step away when Roach stood. "Ya nearly knocked the breaf' outta me. Strong kick. Now, you gonna stop tryin' to beat up your higher-up and let me give you some pointers? I know you can do betta'." He spread his hands, giving a small shrug as he looked at Roach expectedly, but his expression was lost in the fabric and red shades.

YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — Jeez! Ghost had to be like this, didn’t he? The American looked at him, watching the words fall out of the Mancunian’s mouth. It was still rare for him to even pull up his mask, even to such a low point. Roach huffed, emerald eyes narrowed, as Ghost told him that he knew he could do better. The lieutenant didn’t know much. But the Ranger just decided he would concede. Especially with that shrug. He hung his head and let out a somewhat dejected sigh. “Okay, ‘higher-up,’ what do you want to teach me?” — WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

Ghost placed his fingers under Roach's chin, pushing his head up gently before giving him a light pat on the cheek. "That's Lieutenant Riley to ya, mate." He was only fucking with him because he could without getting in trouble for it. Even though in the bunker, with possibly no society above them, did the rules even matter? ... probably some shit to do with honor if he didn't follow it. "How to 'frow a fuckin' knife, Roach. You want to hit the bullseye don't ya?" He pulled another knife from a random pocket, flipping twice in his hand before in a flash he turned and threw it at the target. Just off the bullseye, damn. Still, it was good for how quick he had done it. "Have you even tried doin' it with one eye closed?"

YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — Roach rolled his eyes as Ghost gently moved his chin and them patted him on the heel. Sure, the Lieutenant was just messing with him, and even using the American version instead of the British one. Even if they weren’t in a huge society, they certainly were in a society. Roach jumped back at how quick Ghost pulled the knife out and threw up. A couple astounded claps followed that, even if he did miss the mark. “Okay, Lieutenant. Teach me how to be awesome like that!” Roach remarked, obviously in awe. — WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER

Jesus. Ghost reached up and tugged his mask back down over his mouth, staring at Roach a moment. He was sure the clapping was unnecessary, but he did enjoy it. Deciding it wasn't worth a jab at the younger guy, he shrugged. "Knew you'd ask someday." He rolled his shoulders back, shaking out his arms. "All right, the first step is knowing you'll never be as cool as Riley and accepting that fact immediately." He'd held out one finger indicate his counting of rules. There was another smug smirk plastered beneath his mask as he held up a second finger. "You gotta think fast." With that, he quickly struck at Roach, aiming to catch the American off-guard with a punch to the gut. If he got that hit, he'd attempt after to quickly pull Roach into a headlock.