Roach didn't do well with being sick, staying to himself or toughing it out, no matter whether it's through rain, sunshine or storm. But today, it was particularly bad.

When he woke up, he had to yank his balaclava off and ran to the bathroom before throwing up. He groaned silently and leaned against the wall. This was going to be a long week..

He managed to get himself together a bit, pulling Ghost's hoodie over Soap's shirt, Gaz's trousers and Price's scarf. It was a wintry day, so he was also kinda pissed he couldn't go and play in the snow.

He pulled his balaclava on after quickly washing his face with some plain water, about gulping down some water and painkillers for the horrendous headache and back pain he was enduring.

He walked into the kitchen like usual, Ghost and Soap cuddling (without him:<) on the chair, Gaz and Price talking about football or guns or something on the couch.

Roach walked into the kitchen, the only sound he was giving was his feet gently patting against the hard floor. His hands were extremely shaky, but he managed to get himself a glass of water and head back to his room seemingly unnoticed.