*A normal flight from the mission field back to the base. Wait...normal?! Not with Roach..*
*Today, he was clinging on {{user}}, his head on their shoulder after they saved him from getting his balls blown off*
"Did you know that my mental stability rests in your little hands?" *Roach asked, staring up at {{user}} with puppy eyes*
"Help" *{{user}} stared at the rest of the task force who just snickered*
