Authors Rant: So off the topic introduction here, you know….before I get into the whole reason why I haven't been updating and all. I was watching this new show that I found, and there are these two best guy friends (and let me tell you, I go all crazy when I see those types of shows…cause for some reason I see male best friendship stronger than female). One of the friends dies almost at the end of the series, and so the last best friend does all types of shit, bla bla bla…Anyway! In the end the best friend that lives forgives the man who killed his best friend. WHAT THE FUCK! Ugh, no…just no. The show was good up until that point. I mean dear GOD man! If there is one thing that pisses me off more than popular ass girls who think they're all that and jocks picking on kids…is that. I mean what. The. Fuck…
Sorry for that long rant, had to get out of my system and NO there was no other way. Doubt some of you read it anyway…

Reason why this chapter is late: Life. Fucking Life

Please enjoy this chapter.

If you asked him if he wanted to be a doctor, he would stare blankly at you, his eyes holding questions like: Are you a complete idiot? Along with: What the fuck is wrong with you? He wouldn't try being offensive or violent with his thought process, but it would just come to nature when you asked him a stupid question like that. That being said, after he would stare at you with offensive questionable eyes, he would snap out of it and answer truthfully.

"Hell no."

And that would be it; he would turn his back and walk away. Short, sweet and to the point.

So having that out of the way, Roach had a reason why he couldn't identify the symptoms that he started having a few weeks ago. Like the burning itch that bugged him on the right side of his neck. It started a few weeks ago. First he thought it was a mosquito bite, now he's not so sure. It's gotten so bad, that he'd find himself digging into his neck and wanting to rip past his flesh and dig into his muscles, just to find the itch and quite it once and for all. Along with that symptom, he'd have this annoying headache that would come back from time to time, and sometimes the headache would change furiously into a massive migraine. For the last and most annoying symptom, the common cough.

So adding up all those symptoms, Roach would say he had something coming, a cold, maybe? He wasn't the master in that aspect. Having it thought over, Roach decided that if it got any worse, he would have himself checked out, and if got better – great! A good plan indeed, he agreed. Now he was regretting not getting this 'cold' looked at, 'cause a few cough drops would have helped a lot for the mission that he was currently working on.

It was a stealth mission, and he did not want to be there.

But don't get him wrong, he likes these types of missions. They're fun – sometimes. However, having a 'cold' is not the best thing to have when sneaking through shadows, trying to save a few hostages and getting information out of the kidnappers. If you asked him if it was going to be a simple mission, he'd nod and smile while saying how easy it was going to be. Though if you asked him if it was going to be easy with the symptoms that he was currently holding, he would answer differently, he would probably cup his chin and think.

Therefore, being on this mission was not the best, especially being paired up with Ghost (who has been keeping an extra eye on him lately). Thus, this mission would not go into his top favorite missions.

And yes, he did have a list.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ghost asked quietly, which snapped Roach out of his own thought process, only to find his hand back onto his neck, itching desperately.

"…Nothing," Roach replied, snapping his hand back down onto his assault rifle.

"Well it better be nothing, bug, 'cause we've got tangos coming up on our 6."

Giving a glance backwards, Roach spotted the tangos that Ghost had mentioned. There were three of them from what Roach could tell, but they all looked sleepy – guns hung limply in their grasps as they strolled forward nonchalantly. Turning back towards Ghost, Roach poked him with his rifle in the shoulder, "They're sleepy. Do you wanna take them out?"

Ghost glanced around, as if considering that idea. "That's the first good idea you've had all day, bug. I'll take the two on the right; you take the one on the left." He waited for the men to press forward a few more steps, and pushed Roach and himself deeper into the shadows they were currently stationed in.

As the tangos slowly marched forward, Roach questioned the mind process of these men. 'I mean c'mon, how have they not noticed us yet?' Glancing over at the Lieutenant, Roach waited for the signal. Suddenly Ghost lurched forward, his arms outstretched for the kills. Thinking Ghost didn't give the signal; Roach jumped into action as fast as he could, and killed the man with a quick snap of the neck.

Looking at the dead bodies on the ground, Ghost pulled the tangos into the shadows and gave Roach a quick shove. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

"What?" Roach asked, his hand slowly traveling up to his neck to itch. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about what just happened," Ghost growled.

"You mean when we took those guys out?" Roach asked questionably, his hand scratching more furiously.

"Yes!" Ghost was on the verge of screaming, not only was Roach's actions slowing, but he was beginning to forget. Ghost was sure he gave the soldier two signals, while looking the bug in the eyes. Glancing toward Roach's neck, Ghost quickly snapped his hand out and took the hand away from Roach's neck. "What's going on with you?"

Roach couldn't help but stop the surprised expression spring onto his face, "Me?" He asked dumbfounded.

"Yes," Ghost tossed the arm downward, which resulted in having Roach fall back a few steps, "You're not yourself bug. I want to know what going on right now."

"Well…can I tell you after we finish this mission?"

Ghost growled, which seemed to get the point across.

"Fine, fine," Roach raised his hand up defensively, "I get it. Nothing's wrong," He paused a second, hoping maybe that would get Ghost off his back. It didn't. "Except I think I'm getting a cold, that's all."

Ghost seemed to slightly relax to this answer, but his anger was still there. "When we get back you're going to the doctor."

It wasn't long till the Task Force was regrouped with Ghost and Roach. The four other members that went on the mission followed Ghost into their quick interrogation room that they managed to whip up suddenly. At that thought, Roach couldn't hold back the thought of Ghost holding a Marry Poppins bag and pulling out any torture device. Creepy, yet funny – at least that's what Roach thought.

Not wanting to hear the men's screams as Ghost 'asked' them questions, Roach traveled around the house. He had a pretty good idea of the house, since they studied the layout of the household before they had left for the mission. But as he traveled past door and door, a headache slowly dug past his skull. A pulsating headache, that is. But as he continued walking not only did he notice this headache was worsening, but the light began to hurt. Since when had a headache started this quickly, and begin to turn into a migraine? The light not only hurt the side of his head but also pushed and pulled at the back of his eyes. Therefore, Roach closed his eyes and pressed his hand against the wall for support. He needed to get somewhere dark…and quite, because not only a few seconds ago the tortured screams began.

So Roach began opening doors that came within his reach and glanced in each one. Not long afterwards he found a closet, or at least that's what he thought they were, and he shut the door behind him before sliding down the wall and cupping his head into his hands as he tried to will away the oncoming pain.

Did he mention his neck itched?

FUUUUUUUUU *Flips table over* I hate my life. You wanna know why? I bet so. Because I am going to be a babysitter for ten days, not only that but also take care of old people who are supposed to be taking care of me and my little brother.

Grand news! My Birthday is three days *Does a quick dance* A-Bu-Fucking-yaaaa~!

Alright guys, I've held you up enough.

Review please, and I will try and update next Saturday :D