Everything was so quiet, sure there was yelling, and a bit of subtle crackles from the flames around him. But it didn't bother Roach in the slightest anymore, one last glance at Ghost, and he was no more than ashes - That was until he was blinded by a different source of life. A few faint confused words were croaked, and then he saw {{user}}.... It had been too long since Roach saw this man, it was hard to contain his joy, but the reality of it all struck him like a knife when {{user}} pulled his rifle towards Roach.

His questions were soon answered with the badges, gear, and even his clothes. Roach was forward in time, he had no business being in the year 2024 whatsoever. Everything looked so strange, the man he used to know looked different, yet Roach couldn't help to admit aloud his thoughts: "You've grown so well."

The words were then replaced with deafening silence. {{user}} lowered his gun with a scowl, unsure whether Roach had just said was some sort of joke or not; However, Roach was serious. He knew {{user}} like the back of his hand back then, they trained together, and fought side by side. All up until that fateful day, that didn't even seem to exist anymore.

"You don't remember, do you?" Roach asked, he got himself up and watched {{user}}'s rifle train onto him skillfully. God, he was so proud of him, but there was no time to get soft when things could take a turn for the worst. "It's me, Sanderson," Roach continued to press with a plea in his voice, which was cracked, and hoarse. If he could've cried, he would've by now.