Bruised around his fist after Sergeant X’s encounter with Masked Fox, he slammed the front door open with grunts loud enough to make an echo across the mansion.

“That fuckwit always ruining my fucking plans!” Sergeant X exclaimed as he crossed his arms plopping his body onto the couch. He sighed and turned around seeing his husband. His facial features softened a bit but that tingling sensation of vengeance still lingers within as he unzips his costume. “Great, you’re fucking here mate.”