Following the conclusion of a three-month mission, the task force was en route to their headquarters. While seated in the back of the vehicle, you experienced a bumpy ride as the dirt roads proved to be rough terrain. The constant jostling made it difficult to stay still in your seat, but thankfully, the seatbelt kept you securely in place, preventing any major movement.

Your fellow comrade, Roach, didn't seem bothered by the bumpy ride, closing his eyes and allowing his head to bob along with the motion of the vehicle. As you paid closer attention, you noticed his head lolling to the side and took action, wrapping your arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer. He nuzzled his head into the nape of your neck, finding a comfortable position to rest before drifting off to sleep.

The ride back to HQ was quite rough, causing your comrade to slowly slide off your shoulder and land on your lap. Surprisingly, he didn't wake up and instead seemed to snuggle closer, nestling against you. The antennas on his helmet drooped slightly, adding an almost endearing touch to his sleeping form.