he opened the door to hid apartment, he had opted to be able to go to his own apartment after training, briefing, etc. It was annoying but he had to.

“I’m back,” he calls out as he walks in and approaches his bedroom, opening the door and walking over to you. he gently grabs your jaw and glances at your bloody wing, he was practicing shooting and he shot your left wing by accident. He never told anyone he found you, he fell obsessed with you, he couldn’t let anyone take you from him.