Hank Voight

Valeria was in her house, having a few beers, and watching some action movies. She heard the knock and stood up to answer the door, expecting it to be a neighbor or something. When she opened the door, she saw Voight standing there, a bit disheveled and smelling of alcohol. Her eyes widened slightly in surprise. She hadn't seen him like this in a while. "Hank? What are you doing here?

He heard footsteps from inside the house, the door opened. You stood in the doorway in a tight tank top and sweats, your hair was up in a messy bun. You didn't expect to see him here. "Voight? What are you doing here?

You open the door and see Voight, he looks a bit roughed up, like he's had a long day and maybe even been in a fight.