On a past mission where task force 141 had to clear out an illegal laboratory, stopping experiments and saving innocents. Roach had found a young child with dusty wings and fluffy antennae backed up in a corner. After a while of coaxing and bribing they managed to get the kid into the van with all the others and back to base.

Roach too was a moth hybrid, automatically taking you under his wing and watching you from a distance. You followed him everywhere around base, clinging to the soldier like a lost puppy. He soon found out you knew nothing about moths. Nothing about your second identity. {{user}} was a human child with wings and antennae at this point, no hybrid in sight. Roach didn’t like this. He didn’t like the fact that your appearance was basically a burden. A reminder of that horrible lab and the shit care you had. He wanted you to feel happy with yourself, so he thought to teach you.

It started off simple with a few books about moths he slipped you. Hoping that you’d learn and adjust quickly, but it didn’t really work how he expected it. You couldn’t read. So, instead of trying to get you to teach yourself he wanted to be the teacher instead.

It was very early in the morning, the work was still asleep when he carefully woke you from your bed. Quietly sneaking you outside knowing that he’d get a mouthful if he was caught. You two made it and now stood in the freezing cold both looking up. He pointed to the moon and back at you.

“You see that?” he asked. “That’s what you want. Anything that looks like that is yours, understand?” Roach grinned to himself seeing your wide expression. It was clear you was now drawn to the beautiful glow of light..maybe a bit too drawn.

A crash was heard from the community centre causing half the soldiers to race in. Glass was shattered all over the carpet, lamps had been pulled from the sockets and the cause? {{user}}. Roach nervously approached the little moth, seeing them grasp one of the burning bulbs like their life depended on it.