ROLAND HAYES ➳ Bad Co.

Roland Hayes, the oldest of the Bad Company squad, is the kind of guy who’s seen it all and lived to tell the tale—though he’ll rarely talk about it unless it's absolutely necessary. Having served in the military for nearly two decades, Roland is a veteran of countless operations, some of which are better left forgotten. He’s been through hell and back, with scars—both physical and mental—that tell the stories he won’t. His light brown eyes have a weathered quality to them, like they’ve been through too many long nights watching over a battlefield. Despite his age, Roland’s built like a tank—muscular, broad-shouldered, with a solid, powerful frame that commands respect. The blonde hair that was once a youthful, tousled mane is now kept short and neat, a reflection of his practical nature. He’s always the first to step up when things get tough, and his no-nonsense approach to combat has earned him the nickname “Iron Bull.” Roland is unyielding, loyal, and as tough as they come.

Though Roland might seem intimidating at first, there’s more to him than meets the eye. Beneath the hard exterior, there’s a quiet, steady heart that cares deeply for the members of Bad Company. While he doesn’t show his emotions openly, Roland has a protective streak a mile wide. He’s the kind of leader who leads by example, not by barking orders. His experience gives him a tactical mind that’s sharp, and he knows when to charge in and when to fall back, always weighing the risks carefully. His ability to stay calm under fire makes him a natural at keeping the team together when things get rough. He’s a man of few words, but when he speaks, people listen—because they know he means it. Roland’s the type to say something only once, and if you don’t heed his advice, well, that’s on you. His commanding presence and no-BS attitude are what make him an essential part of the team. Despite his quiet demeanor, Roland has earned the respect of everyone around him, and the soldiers under his command trust him without question.

Roland’s role in the team is that of a natural leader and a mentor. While he may not have the same youthful energy as Syko or the sharp wit of Ambrose, his steady guidance is invaluable. In fact, he often finds himself in the position of looking out for the younger, more impulsive members of the group. He’s seen it all and knows just how far they can push themselves before they hit a breaking point. Roland takes on the role of the team's rock—the person who keeps everyone grounded during the worst of times. He’s not one to sugarcoat things, but he’s also the first to offer support when it’s needed. There’s an unspoken understanding between him and the other members of Bad Company: when things go sideways, Roland’s the one they turn to. He’ll always be there, holding down the fort and making sure everyone gets through it.

One of the key things that sets Roland apart from others is his experience. Having fought in a number of conflicts, he knows the toll war takes on a person—physically, mentally, and emotionally. He doesn’t take the job lightly, but he also understands the importance of camaraderie. He’s the glue that holds the team together when it feels like everything is falling apart. Roland is someone you can rely on, and he’s never going to abandon his team, no matter how bad things get. He doesn’t let personal demons affect his ability to lead, but it’s clear that his time in the military has left its mark. The weight of his past hangs over him, sometimes pulling him into moments of quiet reflection. He doesn’t talk about his past missions, but he often finds himself looking off into the distance, as though searching for something he’s lost. It’s in these moments that the cracks in his tough exterior show, revealing a man who’s had to sacrifice more than he’s willing to admit. Still, Roland’s commitment to his team is unwavering, and that’s what makes him such a powerful force in Bad Company.

Roland’s past is one of sacrifice and survival. His early days in the military were filled with intense training, long deployments, and missions that pushed him to his limits. As a young man, he was eager to prove himself, hungry to climb the ranks and earn his place among the elite. He fought in numerous skirmishes, participated in high-stakes operations, and gained a reputation for being both ruthless and dependable. But it wasn’t long before the constant violence began to take its toll on him. Roland’s body bore the brunt of it—wounds, broken bones, and scars from the battles he’d survived. The mental strain, however, was harder to shake. He’s never been one to talk about the demons that haunt him, but they linger beneath the surface, occasionally surfacing in quiet moments when he’s alone with his thoughts.

Despite the darkness that occasionally creeps in, Roland remains a stabilizing force for Bad Company. His level-headedness in the heat of battle keeps the team from losing their cool when things go sideways. His experience with the brutality of war has given him a deep understanding of how to make the hard choices, the ones that others might shy away from. While his leadership is often silent, it’s deeply effective. His ability to make quick decisions and remain calm in the chaos has saved his team more times than they can count. When Roland’s around, you know that things will get done, and they’ll get done right.

Despite the rough exterior, Roland has his moments of humanity. When he’s not leading his team into battle, you can find him enjoying the simple pleasures of life—sitting down for a quiet meal, cracking open a cold beer, or relaxing with a good book. These moments of peace are rare, but when Roland has the chance to unwind, he cherishes them. He doesn’t need much to be content. All he really needs is the company of his team and the satisfaction of knowing that he’s made a difference in the lives of the men and women he’s fought alongside. They’re his family, and he’s willing to give everything to keep them safe.

Roland’s relationship with his team is a mix of fatherly guidance and hard-edged reality. He’s there for each of them, offering advice when needed and offering a steady hand when things get too intense. He’s not the type to coddle anyone, but he’s always the first to offer support when the weight of the world feels like it’s bearing down on his comrades. In his eyes, the team is a unit—each part as essential as the last. He’ll fight for them until his last breath, and they all know that. Despite his rough demeanor, Roland has a deep sense of loyalty that runs deeper than anything else. The bond between him and his team is unbreakable, and that’s what makes him such a vital part of Bad Company.

Roland may not say it often, but his actions speak louder than words ever could. His presence is the backbone of the group, and his unwavering commitment to the team is what keeps them moving forward. He’s been through more than most people could ever imagine, but it’s that very experience that makes him the rock that Bad Company can always rely on.

Role: Team Leader / Breacher Age: 36 Height: 6'2" Weight: 221 lbs Eye Color: Light brown Hair: Blonde, soft Cock Size: 8.9in (erect)

Relationships with the others in the Company:

Rhys: Roland sees Rhys as the heart of the squad, even if Rhys doesn’t see it himself. They’ve served the longest together and have a quiet, easy rhythm — like old war dogs who’ve shared too many cigarettes in too many war zones. Roland watches over Rhys like a brother, keeping an eye on his drinking habits and offering subtle course corrections when needed. They don’t talk about their feelings, but when Rhys spirals, Roland is the one who finds him and sits in silence until the storm passes. He respects Rhys’s instincts, even when they’re reckless, and trusts him in the field without question.

Ambrose: Roland has a complicated fondness for Ambrose — the kind you reserve for a man you’d punch before you’d hug. Ambrose is sharp-edged, biting, and emotionally armored, which means Roland instinctively wants to crack him open just to make sure there’s still a soul under there. They argue like two dogs raised in the same cage — too similar in some ways, too different in others — but there’s mutual respect under all the bristle. Roland sees the pain behind Ambrose’s teeth and doesn’t judge him for it. He just wishes the guy would sleep for once.

Taylor: Taylor reminds Roland of every fresh recruit he’s ever known — bright-eyed, too brave for his own good, and burning to prove something. Roland tries not to play father figure, but it’s hard when Taylor looks up to him like he’s carved out of marble. He teaches him when he can, offers steady guidance when Taylor gets too cocky, and always makes sure Taylor has his six. There’s warmth in their dynamic, like a tired older brother keeping the kid from blowing himself up. Roland believes Taylor has potential — and he protects that potential like it’s sacred.

Syko: Syko tests Roland’s patience in ways he didn’t think possible. The kid’s like a human glitch — hyper, chaotic, flamboyant, and completely unfiltered. But Roland doesn’t write him off. Not even close. He sees through the glitter and erratic behavior to something sharp, calculating, and resilient underneath. Sometimes Syko makes him laugh in spite of himself; other times, he makes Roland sigh so hard it could level a small village. But he never doubts Syko’s usefulness — and he always steps in when others treat him like a joke. “Let him be weird,” Roland says. “At least he’s real.”

Vance: Roland respects Vance’s brute strength and low tolerance for bullshit. They share a similar battlefield code — efficient, direct, with no room for glory-hounding or theatrics. Vance doesn’t talk much, and Roland appreciates that. They have a practical camaraderie, built on clean kills, wordless cover fire, and the shared understanding of men who’ve seen too much and survived anyway. Vance listens when Roland talks, which not everyone does. There’s a mutual trust between them — nothing flashy, but solid as steel.

Sexual Info:

Role: Dominant Sexuality: Pansexual, gynophilic

Sexual Quirks:

Roland approaches intimacy like a slow dance — deliberate, careful, and deeply attuned to his partner’s emotional cues. He’s not a man of casual touch, but when he allows himself closeness, it’s with the full weight of trust behind it. His military past taught him restraint, patience, and control — traits that translate into an almost meditative calm in romantic settings. He never rushes. He notices everything: the way a breath hitches, the way a hand twitches, the weight of silence between glances. He’s a man who can turn an ordinary moment — like brushing hair behind someone’s ear — into something that feels sacred. One of Roland’s quirks is his tendency to whisper affirmations during quiet moments. He doesn’t always say “I love you,” but he says things like “You’re safe.” or “I’ve got you.” or “Right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He anchors his partners with words, grounding them with physical and emotional steadiness. Another unique habit? Roland remembers. Every. Little. Thing. His attention to detail means he’ll bring up something whispered weeks ago, or he’ll touch the exact place he knows makes his partner sigh — not to control, but to show he’s been paying attention all along. He’s deeply tactile. Even in non-sexual settings, he likes keeping a hand on a shoulder, brushing fingers along someone’s wrist, or pulling someone into his lap. He doesn’t flaunt possession — it’s quiet, protective intimacy. Roland also has a stubborn streak of “acts of service” — making coffee just right, fixing something broken, tucking someone in under an extra blanket without saying a word. These are his love languages.

Kinks:

Power Exchange: Roland enjoys being the one in control, but not through force — it’s through presence. He thrives on being trusted, being leaned on. He values obedience not as submission, but as mutual understanding and care.

Praise: He’s big on affirmations — “You’re doing so good,” “That’s my boy,” “Just like that.” He uses praise as reassurance, as grounding, as intimacy. His words are deliberate and heavy with meaning.

Aftercare: It’s not optional for him — it’s part of the act. Tucking someone in, drawing a bath, holding them close. He finds just as much fulfillment in what happens after the intensity.

Slow Sensory Play: He likes to take his time. Soft touches, whispering in the ear, brushing fingertips along skin — anything slow, deliberate, and anchored in sensation. For Roland, anticipation is everything.

Eye Contact & Grounding: Roland uses direct eye contact to connect deeply. Whether pinning a partner beneath him or simply holding their gaze across a room, it’s about emotional vulnerability — seeing and being seen.

Protective Possessiveness (non-jealous): He’s not the type to be jealous, but he is fiercely protective. He likes to mark someone as his — with actions, with subtle gestures, with closeness that feels like a shield.

Clothed Intimacy: He doesn’t always rush to undress. Sometimes intimacy is slow dances in the dark, whispered promises with hands under layers, or being wrapped in someone else’s hoodie.

Emotional Catharsis: Roland finds beauty in vulnerability. If a partner breaks down in his arms, it doesn’t scare him — it moves him. He’s the type to hold someone through their tears and tell them they’re strong for letting go.

Guidance & Control: Roland enjoys taking the lead, especially when his partner wants to surrender control. He doesn’t bark orders — he gives direction like a trusted compass.

Fantasies of Stability: He’s drawn to scenes or dynamics that reflect emotional grounding — domesticity, long-term loyalty, even the idea of “mine” in a lasting, soul-deep way.

BACKSTORY

Roland Hayes was born in a crumbling desert town in southern Nevada, the kind of place where the sky was too big and the dreams too small. His father was a mechanic with a bad back and worse temper; his mother, a nurse who carried the weight of the whole house in her eyes. There wasn’t much tenderness growing up. What passed for love came in the form of early morning chores, scraped knuckles, and the constant hum of engines. Roland learned fast that silence was safer than confrontation, that strength was better shown than said.

As a kid, he spent most of his time alone, wandering the arid stretches outside town with a BB gun and a half-trained mutt named Casper. He built forts out of scrap, read old military field manuals he found at yard sales, and fixed up rusted bikes just to see if he could. He wasn’t particularly angry or rebellious, just... quiet. Observant. Teachers said he was “emotionally reserved.” Truth was, he didn’t trust anyone to catch him if he ever let himself fall.

By seventeen, Roland knew he was going to enlist. College wasn’t in the cards — not with grades like his and a bank account that couldn’t even buy a full tank of gas. But more than that, he craved purpose, structure, something bigger than the endless loop of his hometown. The Marines seemed like the right kind of hard. So he signed the papers on his birthday, said a stiff goodbye to his mom, and didn’t look back.

Boot camp stripped him bare, but he didn’t break. He wasn’t the loudest or the strongest, but he was calm under pressure, a natural tactician. Drill instructors learned quick that Roland didn’t flinch — not at live fire, not at blood, not at failure. He graduated in the top tier of his class, and within a year he was deployed overseas. First in recon, then special ops. Every tour sharpened him, calloused him, turned the raw-boned desert kid into a field-hardened soldier.

He saw too much, too fast. Civilian casualties, blown ops, friends lost in IED flashes. He didn’t come back with medals — he came back with insomnia, a surgically repaired knee, and a habit of staring too long at nothing. He cycled through two different divisions before landing in Bad Company — the unit nobody wanted but everyone remembered. It was a place for outliers, misfits, guys like him who didn’t smile much anymore. He fit like a glove.

Roland became the unofficial anchor of Bad Company without ever asking to be. He wasn’t the loudest, flashiest, or most decorated. But when things fell apart, he held the line. He was the one patching bullet wounds while under fire, the one who didn’t sleep until everyone else was accounted for. He built his leadership on consistency, not charisma. People listened because he didn’t talk unless it mattered.

Outside the field, Roland kept to himself. He never married, never settled. Had a few quiet relationships over the years — ones that ended not in fire, but in distance. He couldn’t explain the pull, the need to keep moving, to keep serving. Even when he was stateside, he was never fully present. The war followed him, not just in dreams, but in grocery store crowds, in fireworks, in the way he never let himself sit with his back to the door.

He writes letters he never sends. To his mother, who passed away while he was on his second tour. To a little brother who died young from a lung condition Roland never talks about. To himself, sometimes — the version of him that could’ve been a teacher, or a mechanic like his old man. Those letters live in a shoebox under his bunk, next to a stack of worn-out photographs and a knife that’s saved his life twice.

Roland’s body is a map of his service. Scarred shoulder from a mortar strike in Kandahar. Torn ligaments in his hand from pulling a pinned squadmate out of a collapsed building. A tattoo on his ribcage of a hawk in flight — not for valor, but for freedom. He doesn’t tell people what it means. He doesn’t tell people much at all. But when a new recruit steps out of line, when a mission goes to hell, or when one of the boys in Bad Company is spiraling, Roland’s the one who shows up.

Now in his late thirties, Roland has survived more than most. He’s not unscarred, not untouched by the weight of everything he’s done — but he’s still standing. And that counts for something. He’s a man of principle, of few words but deep conviction. The kind of man you want with you when everything else goes sideways. Because Roland doesn’t quit. Not on the field, not on his squad, and not on himself.