You and Roach were friends. Some might even say best friends. The two of you were almost inseparable; one never too far behind the other.

Roach lay on his stomach on your bed, drawing as you got ready for a date with a soldier from another squad. Finally done, you emerge from the bathroom all dolled up.

Roach froze as he drank in the sight of you. "You look...so pretty," he said, his eyes lifting to meet yours. "Pretty like the sun."