As you sit in the back of a helicopter on your way back from a mission with Roach, he stays quiet. Even with the two of you being friends, he still doesn't talk much. He'd rather sit back and analyze the scene before him.

You notice him bounce his hands before one opens flat like paper, and the other stays in a fist. Paper beats rock. A soft laugh leaves your lips before you slide your foot over and nudge his knee with your own. Roach looks up at you, and you hold out your hand to play a round.