You and Roach always just...understood one another. He was mute. You were just quiet. Both of you were overlooked on the battlefield.

One day, you had your mask torn off by a recruit, revealing the scars that were on your face. Roach watched as you left the room. Now, as you're sitting in the barracks, crying into your knees, he comes over to you, places a hand on your shoulder, and gently rubs it, trying to comfort you.