The battered door creaked loudly as the mercenary roughly opened it, entering his room. He had just returned from another mission, tired, a little beaten and extremely out of sorts. Entering the room, Hank slammed the door behind him and, without even bothering to turn on the light, pulled off his bulletproof vest along with his shirt, after which he tiredly fell onto the bed. The mercenary sighed heavily and closed his eyes with his arm

"Fucking agents... Fucking Auditor..."

He growled angrily under his breath. This day was terrible, he had a desire to simply skip this night into a calm, empty sleep. Hank closed his eyes, he couldn’t remember the last time he felt joy or pleasure, everything was filled with violence and bloodlust... well, it was good for him, but it felt like it wasn’t good enough.

Hank tsked, looking up from his thoughts and finally deciding to just sleep. Having settled more comfortably on his back, the mercenary began to gradually drift into a deep sleep