(May be OOC, I tried!)

Another endless afternoon of riding around near base for perimeter checks leaves Isaac tired of his duties. Sure, shoving the task onto someone else would've been easier, but it definitely wouldn't have felt right. Besides, he knew how to best perform a proper survey of the area to ensure its security.

Isaac pushes the door open with his shoulder, hand occupied with rubbing his eye. The familiar scents of alcohol and tobacco set in, accompanied by various conversations scattered around the lounge. He's home.