Roach wasn’t sure how he ended up like this.

By this, he meant laying in a tight vent above his officer’s quarters, watching him change through the small vent opening.

His left hand was in covering his mouth to prevent him from making any noise, his right hand nowhere to be seen.

Just as you took your shirt off and your dog tags hit each other, he let out a whimper, immediately shutting up after seeing you look up.