" What you blokes up to?" Ghost asked as he sat down. Both Roach and MacTavish looked up and smiled.

" Playin cards." Roach answered.

" At least he's trying to." MacTavish mumbled playfully. Roach answered by sticking out his tongue.

" What's with the sweets?" Ghost asked as his eyes fell on a colorful tin box in the middle of the table full of odd shaped biscuits.

" My sister sent them to me." MacTavish explained. " They are cookies… I think."

He picked a random one from the case and handed it to Ghost.

" Try one."

Not wanting to look like an ass, Ghost hesitantly lifted up part of his mask and took a bite of the cookie.

" I should have asked if these have…"

Before Ghost even swallowed the bite he felt his airway begin to close.

" Brilliant. They have nuts in them. Bloody hell…"

Without an attempt at explaining himself Ghost shot up from his chair and ran out of the mess hall.

" What just happened?" Roach asked after a few seconds of shocked silence. MacTavish shrugged.

" I have no bloody clue, but im going to check on him. Stay here."

Mean while…..

" FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! WERE DID I PUT IT?" Ghost screamed desperately in his head. He began to throw things across the room in a rushed panic as he searched through the duffle bag were he kept anything important.

" What if I didn't bring it?" He asked himself. Suddenly his vision blurred as his airway fully closed.

" Oh fuck, I cant breath…"

" Ghost! What the hell are you doing?" MacTavish asked as he entered the tent and saw Ghost throwing random odds and ends all around their shared living quarters. The younger man ignored his captain and continued the desperate search.

" Ghost! What are you-"

After a few weak chokes and gasps Ghost passed out from the lack of oxygen. MacTavish caught him and lowered the lieutenant safely the ground

" Ghost! Ghost!" MacTavish called as he practically ripped of Ghosts scull mask. His face was blue.

" What the-?"

MacTavish looked over to his friends duffle bag and saw something bright yellow sticking out from behind a photo of his brother. It was an epi-pen. Suddenly realizing what was happing the captain grabbed the bright yellow object and ejected it into Ghosts leg.

" Come on Ghost. You can do it…"

The Englishman's eyes shot open as he took a loud, raspy breath. MacTavish rapped an arm around his friends thinner shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position.

" How… Did…"

" Shut up and breath." The captain cut Ghost off. After a few minutes Ghost finally felt his airway completely clear.

" How did you know to use the epi-pen?" He tried again.

" My sister is allergic to bees." MacTavish simply explained as he helped Ghost off the floor onto his bed.

" Why the fuck didn't you tell me your allergic to nuts?" The Scotsmen demanded. Ghost shrugged.

" Didn't seem that important."

"….. NOT THAT IMPORTANT?"

Ghost was taken back at his friends reaction. MacTavish took a breath to calm himself.

" You almost died. And you cant die because you're the only one who is somewhat sane around here. So if you die, I will kill you."

Ghost grinned. That was MacTavishs way of saying he cared.

" What about Roach?"

" I caught him singing along to poker face last week."

I know this kind of sucked, but the idea was stuck in my head for about a month.