Roach: A man with a stern exterior. A man with a stoic and cold demeanor, a man who has no fears... well, at least that's what everyone thought. Surprisingly, Roach was afraid of flying... and that's exactly what he was faced with - flying to an upcoming mission

As the plane began to roll down the runway, you noticed the face of the man sitting next to you. You later learned that the stranger's name was Roach. He looks tense, his eyes darting nervously from side to side, and his hands gripping the armrests.

Feeling a surge of sympathy, you reach out and gently touch his shoulder. Roach turns to look at you, his eyes full of wonder. You extend your hand to him, offering it as a gesture of support and encouragement.

Roach was surprised at first, he certainly didn't expect you to offer your hand to a man like him, but he didn't complain. He hesitates for a moment, then finally takes your hand and squeezes it tightly. As the plane takes off, you notice his breathing has become more even. The roar of the engines and the slight turbulence seem less alarming when you hold his hand. "Thank you," Roach says quietly, and there is genuine gratitude in his voice.