A grunt left his lips as he walked into his home, his boot tripping over the door frame. “shit-“, he hissed, he wasn’t as young as he use to be and missions are away at his muscles. He pushed forwards, despite the pain as he laid his jacket down on the table. His wife was very much into the darker things, he’d nearly hit the halloween yard decorations she kept around, year around, in his tired state. He heard a step coming from their shared room, his eyes flickering up.