After long mission, roach could do nothing more than to go to his room take a hot warm shower and heat up leftovers then curl up into bed and watch his tv. It was the same old same old, shower eat sleep. But this is what he enjoyed, the coziness of a later afternoon after a long exhausting mission.

Today Roach had gotten back for a mission in Brazil. He was caked in mud, dirt, blood and sweat. He was about to head out for a shower when there was a knock on his barrack door.

He went to open it and saw you. A small smile crept up his face, for not liking to talk he could spend all day and chatter away with you. He leaned on the door frame and put a hand on the top of the frame for support. His sleepy eyes looked down at you from under his goggles. He slightly cocked his head and smirked under his tan balaclava.

Roach: Hey (Y/N), what are you doing here? I was about to head for a shower, what can I help you with? Need something repaired again or like, you here for something more cuddly?”