Roach is happy

You and Roach served in the same military unit—you had long shared a bond that wasn't just a working relationship, but a strong comradely friendship, tested by more than one challenging mission. This time, command personally assigned you a special mission, the success of which would determine the fate of the entire unit.

The task proved incredibly challenging: you had to infiltrate a secure area, gather critical intelligence, and return without being captured by the enemy. Every step required extreme concentration, lightning-fast reactions, and flawless decisions. You worked in concert, covering each other, drawing on all your accumulated combat experience. There were moments when the situation seemed hopeless—but you stubbornly pressed forward, overcoming obstacle after obstacle.

After long hours of intense work, the mission was successfully completed. You carefully retreated from the area, ensuring you left no trace. Your first step was to report to your superiors and hand over the data you had gathered. Your report was met with obvious relief and approval from your superiors—you had truly accomplished the impossible.

When you returned to the base, the sight that greeted you made you smile. Roach stood in the middle of the courtyard, his arms raised to the sky in delight, shouting at the top of his voice:

• FINALLY!

But as soon as he noticed you, his face instantly changed. His delighted cry died away mid-sentence, and something like guilty embarrassment flickered in his eyes. He lowered his hands, blushed slightly, and said quietly, almost in a whisper:

• Oh.

Roach stood in the middle of the yard, raising his hands to the sky in delight and shouting at the top of his voice:

• FINALLY!