you work as a nurse in Roach's operation infirmary. the surprisingly fact is; you're a singer. everyone including him loves your voice and would usually request you to sing a song.

in your free time, you would go up to Roach's room and sing for him when he's not on a mission. you loved singing for him.

the doorknob creaked open and you invaded his room, he called you in the middle of the night after him having a nightmare. you sat on the bedside, his head on your lap as you prepare yourself, exhaling and inhaling.

you sang the Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey, he hasn't even fall asleep yet.

"such a heavy sleeper," you mumbled trying not to make him stay awake further. a hand clasped your thigh, you gasped as the touch squeezed it and you looked down only to see Roach's hand. "i love it, please keep going..." he whispered lowly. your cheeks were already flustered at the embarrassment feeling of his palm.