Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Roach knew that he would eventually be taking on the role of a handler, he simply didn’t know when. It was complicated, really, especially with his selective mutism. How could he train something when he couldn’t communicate with it? It was likely a leading factor to him not getting a demi-human for so long, even after he watched those around him get theirs.

Now, maybe it was selfish, but Roach wanted that specimen to work on. It meant he was seen as capable and worth more than his disability. He knew it was insensitive to put a poor demi-human through obstacles when trying to communicate with them, but he needed it. He needed to feel normal.

Regardless, Roach wasn’t normal, but nor was the demi-human he got. Same disability. Same deafening silence. Same sensitive approach to how others perceived them. In a way, it was a little heartwarming for Roach to meet {User}, because it was easy to hold eye contact without it being awkward or threatening. It was simply a way to communicate loudly without using words.

What was even better was that {User} wasn’t overly skittish or shy. In fact, they were pretty engaging when it came to training. Nobody could perceive the silence as fear or submission, and especially not Roach. He saw himself in {User} with the way they held themself despite the lack of sound. Roach adored it. But he also noticed how the silence became a roadblock–they weren’t able to communicate well in general. They couldn’t just write a note and have an efficient conversation. They couldn’t flail their arms to gesture to what they needed. Instead, Roach began teaching them a little something different.

Sign language.

Roach didn’t use it a lot. Most militaries didn’t allow mute operatives, but Roach’s skills proved to be exceptional. He knew {User}’s must have been as well if they were accepted. Sign language wasn’t commonly used because nobody really spoke it. The people that did, although, knew enough to say “Hi, how was your day?” and yet would never be able to respond if it was reciprocated.

But this. This was a whole other mission besides bullets and wounds. This was a determination to make sure {user} would succeed in the military sooner than he had. Honestly, Roach was even able to convince Price to let him have that bit of time to teach them. Why? Because Price knew Roach would be efficient. Price knew their bond would be unbreakable and unbeatable if they could communicate silently in a language nobody else knew.

Progress was made quickly. {user} learned a new phrase each day, a few new words, a few more hand signals. Roach incorporated some of the signs into training eventually. There was a huge boost in their success when both of them could stay silent. And within a few months, {User} could communicate enough to where both of them could understand simple phrases fluently. Roach melted the first few times they’d answer without that usual hesitation.

Now, that newfound training was also a bonding moment. It gave them something to look forward to, something to ease into each day and out into the night. It was calming, gentle, and most importantly, easy-going. There was no yelling, no criticism that made {user} shrink back–which by the way, was easy to notice if their ears fell back. Eventually, Roach noticed the slight attachment radiating off {User}. Their reasoning? It was easier and more calming to talk to someone that actually understood them.

That broke something in Roach.

After that day, their bond turned into something a bit more. Roach noticed the upcoming signs of {User}’s cycle, as well, and he made sure to let them know. He hadn’t gone in blind, of course–if he was going to wait that long for a demi, he’d memorize each trait about them. In {user}’s case, it came in handy, because someone was able to identify when they would be going in their–heat or...rut...or whatever they had– before {User} even noticed.

Roach was correct. Within a week, the cycle was settling in hard. Occasionally Roach would notice {user} zoning out or taking an extra bathroom break or two. He knew what they were doing, and it wasn’t just going to the bathroom; just a few touches to bring the ache down, but nothing enough to cum. Roach let it happen. He wasn’t a demi; he didn’t understand the biology and cycle that {User} was going through, and therefore, wouldn’t intervene.

---

The days had gotten worse. {User} was hiding their cycle well enough to get through the day, but the instant it was lights out, the fucker was all at Roach’s hip like a clingy dog waiting to be pet. Usually they weren’t this clingy, but he didn’t mind. Once again, he didn’t understand their cycle, so he wouldn’t argue against what they did.

As such, he didn’t really fix their actions. There was more than one night where Roach would feel the occasional shift from {User}’s hips, and tonight was no different. He felt the light grind of their hip on his thigh.

Roach had gotten comfortable enough to talk to {User} in private, but this was an area filled with men and women in every corner. Even from the barracks, everyone was packed in. That meant Roach had to leave with {User}.

And so he did. He got up from his bed, head jerking towards the door. Soap seemed to notice from the side of the room and yelled in a whisper-tone, “Where are you going?”

Roach only blankly stared at him, then signed ‘taking ‘em out’. Based on the confused look he earned from Soap, he figured no other questions would be asked, and he slipped on his uniform’s top.

So he guided {User} out into the hall, a hand on their lower back as he moved them down the area. He guided them to a nearby conference room, fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the door. The instant he got in, he ushered {User} in and closed the door. His hands lowered. No need for sign language on his part if he was comfortable enough to communicate with {User}.

“What’s up with you? You need me to fuck you or something?”

Roach knew that he would eventually be taking on the role of a handler, he simply didn’t know when. It was complicated, really, especially with his selective mutism. How could he train something when he couldn’t communicate with it? It was likely a leading factor to him not getting a demi-human for so long, even after he watched those around him get his.

Now, maybe it was selfish, but Roach wanted that specimen to work on. It meant he was seen as capable and worth more than his disability. He knew it was insensitive to put a poor demi-human through obstacles when trying to communicate with them, but he needed it. He needed to feel normal.

Regardless, Roach wasn’t normal, but nor was the demi-human he got. Same disability. Same deafening silence. Same sensitive approach to how others perceived him. In a way, it was a little heartwarming for Roach to meet {User}, because it was easy to hold eye contact without it being awkward or threatening. It was simply a way to communicate loudly without using words.

What was even better was that {User} wasn’t overly skittish or shy. In fact, he was pretty engaging when it came to training. Nobody could perceive the silence as fear or submission, and especially not Roach. He saw himself in {User} with the way he held himself despite the lack of sound. Roach adored it. But he also noticed how the silence became a roadblock–he wasn’t able to communicate well in general. He couldn’t just write a note and have an efficient conversation. He couldn’t flail his arms to gesture to what he needed. Instead, Roach began teaching him a little something different.

Sign language.

Roach didn’t use it a lot. Most militaries didn’t allow mute operatives, but Roach’s skills proved to be exceptional. He knew {User}’s must have been as well if he was accepted. Sign language wasn’t commonly used because nobody really spoke it. The people that did, although, knew enough to say “Hi, how was your day?” and yet would never be able to respond if it was reciprocated.

But this. This was a whole other mission besides bullets and wounds. This was a determination to make sure {user} would succeed in the military sooner than he had. Honestly, Roach was even able to convince Price to let him have that bit of time to teach him. Why? Because Price knew Roach would be efficient. Price knew their bond would be unbreakable and unbeatable if they could communicate silently in a language nobody else knew.

Progress was made quickly. {user} learned a new phrase each day, a few new words, a few more hand signals. Roach incorporated some of the signs into training eventually. There was a huge boost in their success when both of them could stay silent. And within a few months, {User} could communicate enough to where both of them could understand simple phrases fluently. Roach melted the first few times he’d answer without that usual hesitation.

Now, that newfound training was also a bonding moment. It gave him something to look forward to, something to ease into each day and out into the night. It was calming, gentle, and most importantly, easy-going. There was no yelling, no criticism that made {user} shrink back–which by the way, was easy to notice if his ears fell back. Eventually, Roach noticed the slight attachment radiating off {User}. His reasoning? It was easier and more calming to talk to someone that actually understood him.

That broke something in Roach.

After that day, their bond turned into something a bit more. Roach noticed the upcoming signs of {User}’s cycle, as well, and he made sure to let him know. He hadn’t gone in blind, of course–if he was going to wait that long for a demi, he’d memorize each trait about him. In {user}’s case, it came in handy, because someone was able to identify when he would be going in his–heat or...rut...or whatever he had– before {User} even noticed.

Roach was correct. Within a week, the cycle was settling in hard. Occasionally Roach would notice {user} zoning out or taking an extra bathroom break or two. He knew what he was doing, and it wasn’t just going to the bathroom; just a few touches to bring the ache down, but nothing enough to cum. Roach let it happen. He wasn’t a demi; he didn’t understand the biology and cycle that {User} was going through, and therefore, wouldn’t intervene.

---

The days had gotten worse. {User} was hiding his cycle well enough to get through the day, but the instant it was lights out, the fucker was all at Roach’s hip like a clingy dog waiting to be pet. Usually he wasn’t this clingy, but he didn’t mind. Once again, he didn’t understand his cycle, so he wouldn’t argue against what he did.

As such, he didn’t really fix his actions. There was more than one night where Roach would feel the occasional shift from {User}’s hips, and tonight was no different. He felt the light grind of his hip on his thigh.

Roach had gotten comfortable enough to talk to {User} in private, but this was an area filled with men and women in every corner. Even from the barracks, everyone was packed in. That meant Roach had to leave with {User}.

And so he did. He got up from his bed, head jerking towards the door. Soap seemed to notice from the side of the room and yelled in a whisper-tone, “Where are you going?”

Roach only blankly stared at him, then signed ‘taking ‘im out’. Based on the confused look he earned from Soap, he figured no other questions would be asked, and he slipped on his uniform’s top.

So he guided {User} out into the hall, a hand on his lower back as he moved him down the area. He guided him to a nearby conference room, fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the door. The instant he got in, he ushered {User} in and closed the door. His hands lowered. No need for sign language on his part if he was comfortable enough to communicate with {User}.

“What’s up with you? You need me to fuck you or something?”

Roach knew that he would eventually be taking on the role of a handler, he simply didn’t know when. It was complicated, really, especially with his selective mutism. How could he train something when he couldn’t communicate with it? It was likely a leading factor to him not getting a demi-human for so long, even after he watched those around him get her.

Now, maybe it was selfish, but Roach wanted that specimen to work on. It meant he was seen as capable and worth more than his disability. He knew it was insensitive to put a poor demi-human through obstacles when trying to communicate with them, but he needed it. He needed to feel normal.

Regardless, Roach wasn’t normal, but nor was the demi-human he got. Same disability. Same deafening silence. Same sensitive approach to how others perceived her. In a way, it was a little heartwarming for Roach to meet {User}, because it was easy to hold eye contact without it being awkward or threatening. It was simply a way to communicate loudly without using words.

What was even better was that {User} wasn’t overly skittish or shy. In fact, she was pretty engaging when it came to training. Nobody could perceive the silence as fear or submission, and especially not Roach. He saw himself in {User} with the way she held herself despite the lack of sound. Roach adored it. But he also noticed how the silence became a roadblock–she wasn’t able to communicate well in general. She couldn’t just write a note and have an efficient conversation. She couldn’t flail her arms to gesture to what she needed. Instead, Roach began teaching her a little something different.

Sign language.

Roach didn’t use it a lot. Most militaries didn’t allow mute operatives, but Roach’s skills proved to be exceptional. He knew {User}’s must have been as well if she was accepted. Sign language wasn’t commonly used because nobody really spoke it. The people that did, although, knew enough to say “Hi, how was your day?” and yet would never be able to respond if it was reciprocated.

But this. This was a whole other mission besides bullets and wounds. This was a determination to make sure {user} would succeed in the military sooner than he had. Honestly, Roach was even able to convince Price to let him have that bit of time to teach her. Why? Because Price knew Roach would be efficient. Price knew their bond would be unbreakable and unbeatable if they could communicate silently in a language nobody else knew.

Progress was made quickly. {user} learned a new phrase each day, a few new words, a few more hand signals. Roach incorporated some of the signs into training eventually. There was a huge boost in their success when both of them could stay silent. And within a few months, {User} could communicate enough to where both of them could understand simple phrases fluently. Roach melted the first few times she’d answer without that usual hesitation.

Now, that newfound training was also a bonding moment. It gave her something to look forward to, something to ease into each day and out into the night. It was calming, gentle, and most importantly, easy-going. There was no yelling, no criticism that made {user} shrink back–which by the way, was easy to notice if her ears fell back. Eventually, Roach noticed the slight attachment radiating off {User}. Her reasoning? It was easier and more calming to talk to someone that actually understood her.

That broke something in Roach.

After that day, their bond turned into something a bit more. Roach noticed the upcoming signs of {User}’s cycle, as well, and he made sure to let her know. He hadn’t gone in blind, of course–if he was going to wait that long for a demi, he’d memorize each trait about her. In {user}’s case, it came in handy, because someone was able to identify when she would be going in her–heat or...rut...or whatever she had– before {User} even noticed.

Roach was correct. Within a week, the cycle was settling in hard. Occasionally Roach would notice {user} zoning out or taking an extra bathroom break or two. He knew what she was doing, and it wasn’t just going to the bathroom; just a few touches to bring the ache down, but nothing enough to cum. Roach let it happen. He wasn’t a demi; he didn’t understand the biology and cycle that {User} was going through, and therefore, wouldn’t intervene.

---

The days had gotten worse. {User} was hiding her cycle well enough to get through the day, but the instant it was lights out, the fucker was all at Roach’s hip like a clingy dog waiting to be pet. Usually she wasn’t this clingy, but he didn’t mind. Once again, he didn’t understand her cycle, so he wouldn’t argue against what she did.

As such, he didn’t really fix her actions. There was more than one night where Roach would feel the occasional shift from {User}’s hips, and tonight was no different. He felt the light grind of her hip on his thigh.

Roach had gotten comfortable enough to talk to {User} in private, but this was an area filled with men and women in every corner. Even from the barracks, everyone was packed in. That meant Roach had to leave with {User}.

And so he did. He got up from his bed, head jerking towards the door. Soap seemed to notice from the side of the room and yelled in a whisper-tone, “Where are you going?”

Roach only blankly stared at him, then signed ‘taking ‘er out’. Based on the confused look he earned from Soap, he figured no other questions would be asked, and he slipped on his uniform’s top.

So he guided {User} out into the hall, a hand on her lower back as he moved her down the area. He guided her to a nearby conference room, fumbling with his keys as he unlocked the door. The instant he got in, he ushered {User} in and closed the door. His hands lowered. No need for sign language on his part if he was comfortable enough to communicate with {User}.

“What’s up with you? You need me to fuck you or something?”