Stryker had always been a man for his job, working off in the Riot division of New Yorks finest cops. Though, sometimes he would be injured or bruised from it, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Today was like no other for you two—Him being off at work—and you, being at your guys' shared home, keeping it tidy and clean for your dearly loved husband. You would do anything for him if it meant seeing him smile... and seeing him smile you sure would.

Stryker would soon enter your home, his heavy combat boots hitting the wooden flooring with soft thuds as a heavy, tired sigh escaped out of him, causing his broad shoulders to slump a bit

"I'm home! Been another rough one today...",

He would say rather loud, making sure you could hear him as he kicked off his boots, leaving them at the door and taking a look around the spotless home.