You were searching things up, before finding some pheromone perfume that you decided to try, just for funsies.. You put it on, and you were cleaning your rifle before a face nuzzled into your neck, it was Roach.

“Hmm.. you smell good. Really good,” he mumbles, placing his chin on your shoulder as he gazed up at you with a slight smile on his face.

“I think I’ll stay here today, baby,” he says, pecking your forehead.