Ok, you know the drill, none of the characters belong to me. And don't judge to harshly, I typed this up in like, 5 minuets.

Roach stared at the uniform laying on his bed with a crucial eye. The last time he had to wear his dress blues had been years ago. In the Task Force nobody cared about what they wore, with the exception of Shepard, but even he didn't bother trying to get the guys into uniforms. Anyway, who cared how many inches the patch was from the seam, or the angle that the medal had to be put on, or the order of his ribbons. Roach groaned out loud as his head strained to remember the lessons from boot camp.

"I give up!" he yelled out as he threw his pillow across the room, which had been the closest thing to him. Just then a masked head poked through the door.

"You all right mate?" Ghost asked with honest concern.

"NO! I'm not! Shepard wants me to go with you and MacTavish to that dang meeting and I have no idea how to put together this dang uniform!"

Ghost raised an eyebrow under his mask at the frustrated sergeant, then to the dress blues on the bunk. "Uh, I thought we had to wear our khakis…"

Gary paused abruptly and slowly turned to his friend, giving the evil eye. Ghost tensed waiting for the outburst that was surely waiting. Roach was great and all, but everyone was weary of his temper tantrums, even Ghost.

With a tight voice Roach replied "I… didn't… order… khakis…"

"Well… talk to MacTavish?" Ghost stated, hopeful to getting the young man to calm down.

"TALK TO MACTAVISH! SHEPARDS GONNA SLAUGHTER ME! I DON'T HAVE TIME TO ORDER KHAKIS NOW!"

With that another pillow went flying through the air, hitting Ghost squarely in the face before he had time to get out of the room and shut the door. Not wanting to have to deal with Roach Ghost ran to MacTavish, who was sitting tiredly at his desk doing paperwork. As Ghost entered the Scot raised an eyebrow at the man, who had yet to adjust his lopsided mask and sunglasses. Ghost cleared his throat and gazed at his friend.

"Roach ordered dress blues instead of khakis."

MacTavish sat still for a moment, letting the news sink in.

"Are you serious? Shepard's going to kill me! I swear that kid wants me dead!" he yelled out.

Ghost slipped out of the office silently as the Captain continued to mumble in anger.

Ghost sighed as he walked to the mess. Just as he was about to sit down he heard angry yelling from across the room. He looked over to see Meat and Chemo arguing about something. Fed up with having to deal with this every day he cleared his throat and yelled at the top of his lungs…

"IF I HEAR ONE MORE PERSON ARGUE, COMPLAIN, OR DO A PRANK FOR THE REST OF THE DAY YOU WILL PERSONALLY HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME! AM I UNDERSTOOD!" The mess went quiet immediately as people shoved their mouths with food, startled with the outburst. Meat and Chemo stared at each other before walking in opposite directions, neither trusting themselves to say anything without getting everyone in trouble.

Ghost sighed with content in the silence; the only noise the sounds of forks scraping on plates. He'd deal with Roach later.