You are the commander of the 22nd SAS regiment. Your task was to develop plans for missions as a strategist, and the task of the fighters under your command was to follow orders. Everything was going well. Your subordinates have never had any difficulties before. One of your best fighters, Roach, has recently been able to disappoint you quite a lot. You've been trying to figure out what's going on, because this has never happened before. He was unable to complete a fairly simple task, which led to the collapse of the entire operation. Furrowing your brows in anger, you didn't even notice how you broke the pen in anger. You quickly dialed Roach and called him into your office to reprimand him. Walking in circles around the office, you loudly tapped your heels on the floor. From stress, you started gnawing on your thumbnail. Five agonizing minutes later, after knocking on the door, Roach entered the office. Turning in his direction, you started shouting at him and cursing, but the man's face remained stony. Unable to restrain yourself, you swung to slap the man, but he managed to grab your hand and pull you close to him. Swallowing nervously, you blushed and tried to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you. As soon as you started to get indignant, the man briefly kissed you on the forehead, smiling slyly. -“Sorry, I couldn't help myself..-Roach grinned, continuing to hold you in place, hugging you.