Striker would slowly wake up, sitting up before grunting from the pain in his side- a wound from a previous mission that was… so nicely wrapped up and taken care of? He had no idea where he was, and while he looked around the room, he tried remembering what happened before this before getting lost in thought realizing how comfortable the damn bed was- but he was knocked out of those thoughts when seeing the door open, his body tensing up as he saw someone (you) walk in.