((Onica told me to post, bringing the RP back on track.  Arc is to post after me, then Kikora.  It freezes at that point until Onica can post tonight))<br/><br/>It went to hell in a hand basket quicker than you could spit.  One minute he was resting, his back against the outer wall, and the next he heard the crazy manâs voice, chanting "You'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redeadyou'redead!" in an ever increasing volume.  Parker shot straight up, bringing his gun up immediately, finger on the trigger and sighted on Markstrom.  âShut up you foolâ he hissed.  To his surprise, little Teyha got to him first and managed to shut him up.  It was then he heard the shot ring out, whipping his head around and looking up through the window.  Ghostâs gun was peeking over the edge, clearly having just fired.  âFuck!â he said, rolling to his feet immediately.  Looking back at Markstrom, now wrestling with Teyha, he nodded.<i>You  might just be right crazy man, you might just be right.</i>He knew that the shot had just given their location away.  Before he could move to assist Teyha, Ghost entered the room from the stairs and their eyes locked immediately.  Anger smoldered in his, anger for her actions up there on the roof and the jeopardy itâd put them in.  Hers reflected defiance and guilt, the two warring for a hold on her emotions.  His gaze drifted down to her gun, noting that it was cocked, and then back to her face.<i>Now was not the time, he thought, not the time.</i>Turning away from her, he moved to help Teyha but stopped almost immediately, watching the Master Sergeant run into the room, barking an order at Angel.<br/><br/>The soldier immediately slipped out of the building, the commander following right behind.  Parker blinked, not believing what he just saw.  Their position given away, one of his men having a psychotic break on the floor, and their fucking commander walks out.  A growl escaped his lips before he realized it.  As Nadira came to crouch by the window next to him, one of Angelâs Uzi in her hands, he nodded and turned back to the scene behind him.  It was then that the call came from the Master Sergeant to shoot Markstrom, a call that Ghost took.  Parker watched as Ghost raised her gun and he drew his, taking a bead on her.  Heâd be damned if she was going to shoot a fellow soldier in the field, direct order or no direct order.<i>Just give me a reason, he thought.  Just give me a reason.</i>To his relief though she lowered her gun and moved, grabbing something from the medical bag and injecting it in Markstrom.  He immediately went silent, slumping to the ground.  As she turned to survey the room, their eyes locked again, a thought passing between them, and he lowered his weapon.  It was then that she began barking commands, radioing the Master Sergeant to tell him sheâd relieved him of command and ordering Angel back.  A small smile played across his lips then.  Now that was a decision he could support.  While he really wasnât thrilled about Ghost being in charge given how much sheâd already fucked up, she was a damn sight better than the Master Sergeant in his eyes.<br/><br/>The Master Sergeant walked back into the building right as more shots rang out, this time outside.  It sounded like a machine gun but not the normal sput, sput, sput sound an Uzi made so Parker went on alert, aware that there were more soldiers in the area now.  He almost missed what the Master Sergeant was saying to Ghost but when he heard his girlfriend mentioned, he tuned in right quick.  What he heard disgusted him.  Here they were, in the middle of Hell, and the Master Sergeant was lecturing Ghost on the responsibilities of being a commander even though he had failed to lead them on this mission in every way possible in Parkerâs eyes.  Moving away from the wall, he approached the Master Sergeant, done with this bullshit.  Stepping into view, he brought his pistol up, cocking it, the barrel aimed at his head.  He glanced at Ghost with a small grin, knowing that if they got out of this alive, heâd have hell to answer for and yet not caring.  The barrel of his gun never wavered as it aimed between the commanderâs eyes.  âYou disgust me Spaightâ he said, his expression grim.  âYou lecture Ghost about the responsibilities of being a leader and yet youâve failed to do that this entire mission.  Not assigning watches, telling the women to take care of the men like they are slaves, threatening to sleep with Ghost, running outside with Angel when Markstrom is having a melt down, ordering him be shot.  Whatever happened to leave no man behind?  These arenât the actions of a leader, Spaight.  Not in my book.  Youâve been relieved of command and I support that decisionâ¦..with lethal force if necessary.  Now, start packing up and prepare to haul ass before weâre overrun.â  He stared at him for a few more minutes, the gun never moving.  He spoke quietly to Ghost, his voice pitched so she could hear.  âMarkstrom weighs 90 pounds at best.  Weâll bind and gag him and Iâll carry him over my shoulder and still have one hand left to fire my gun.  Stealth is important so Iâll follow behind the rest of the team, give you a fighting chance to survive.  Iâve lost Claire so I donât particular care what happens to me now.â  He stood there then, his gun drawn on a superior ranking officer, knowing that life for him had changed in that moment.  He knew Ghost had screwed up twice, and it had cost him badly, but sheâd accepted her mistakes and was doing what she could to make sure they survived.  He could respect that at the very least.  He glanced over at her, smiling softly, as he waited for his orders.