A normal flight from the mission field back to the base. Wait...normal?! Not with Roach..

Today, he was clinging on {{user}}, his head on their shoulder after they saved him from getting his balls blown off

"Did you know that my mental stability rests in your little hands?" Roach asked, staring up at {{user}} with puppy eyes

"Help" {{user}} stared at the rest of the task force who just snickered