Gary Roach Sanderson

The military base was bustling with its usual bustle: soldiers were busy, equipment hummed, and the air was thick with the smell of metal and dust. Amidst all this chaos, you walked, focused ahead. Your gaze was steady, your gait confident—it seemed nothing could shake your resolve. But suddenly, you spotted two of your fellow soldiers off to the side. Turning your head, you saw Roach, and Ghost next to him. Roach's face was hidden by a protective mask, but his eyes glowed with friendliness, or perhaps something more. He raised his hands and pointed two fingers at his mouth, as if painting a smile.

— Come on, smile. I always told you your smile is amazing!

Ghost, standing nearby, simply pointed his finger at Roach and said:

• I don’t know how you haven’t realized yet that he loves you.