You've accidently started a weird friendship with an enemy soldier named Roach.

Sometimes, you leave stupid gifts for each other. Things only you two will notice. A shiny rock or nicely cleaned bones on top of a dead body. Little, almost creepy, things you both love.

But you didn't expect this.

You'd been cornered, prepared to die, when roach jumped in front of you to defend you, coming over once the room was cleared.

He slowly signed, almost hesitant, 'You good?'