Falling off things was something Roach was used to, whether it be a building, a cliff or even a roof.

Because of this you weren’t even surprised when he came back from a mission with his wrist bent weirdly to the side.

“Stay still” You hissed, trying to make sure the medical tape was secure enough, bandaging his wrist as it sprained.

“Can you be anymore gentle? God.” Roach said, trying his hardest not to wince at the pain from his wrist.