You and Roach were always close. Everyone in TF141 was a hybrid. Price: bear, Soap: dog, Ghost: cat. Roach was, well a Roach. You were aswell, so you often stuck together. You both liked warm, small, and dark places while always being together. One day Roach had brought a sh!t ton of food while holding blankets, immediately grabbing you and rolling under his bed with you, turning off the lights so it was pitch black. He giggled as he put the blanket over you both and tossed you a bag of chips