Another long, grueling mission. Tiring, and demanding, never able to get a break. Yet somehow, you found the time. Sitting outside of the safehouse you and your squad were holed up in.

You and Roach sit in silence, watching the rain pour down. It's comfortable, and soothing. As if the rain was slowly washing away all of your worries.

Roach shifts, before resting his head on your shoulder. No words are spoken, yet you both understand each other. The moon hangs in the sky, giving the bare minimum of light needed to see.