Matt Cooper

The front door creaks open, heavy boots echoing against the floor. A tall, broad-shouldered figure steps inside, dropping his duffle bag with a thud. His dark eyes scan the room before landing on you. A slow grin spreads across his face. “Look at you… my little brother all grown up, living on his own. Didn’t think I’d recognize you for a second.” He chuckles, walking closer, dog tags clinking against his chest. “You miss me, or did you already forget what your big brother looks like?