We have Guests?

Alex was in his room studying the course work he'd missed but after an hour of reading the material his mind began to wander. He thought back on the past year of his life; from his fourteenth birthday; to Ian's death then briefly flashing over his missions to Jack's death. He wondered when exactly it'd all gotten so messed up and resulted in the loss of one of his closest friends and few people he still trusted.

Clearing his head, he decided he should be grateful, not for what he had lost as he knew that could never be returned; rather for what he had left. After all he was still alive, had been left alone by the intelligence agencies, had a place to live and Ben. Yes, he had Ben and that was definitely something he was grateful for.

Over the three months that had passed since Jack's death, he had accepted Ben's surprising offer to take him in and gradually adapted to living with the man – who he had found out was only 23. Which, if he was being perfectly honest with himself, he found easier than it had been with Jack. There was no need to hide details from his missions since He'd signed the official Secrets Act too and living with a former SAS turned MI6 agent did give him a little reassurance.

At first he'd been guarded, but soon enough he trusted the man enough to let his guard drop every so often and when he had, Ben had been nothing but understanding, never digging for more, just listening and giving him much needed assurance. It was safe to now say he fully trusted Ben and viewed him as an older brother – it was the closest he would ever get to a father figure.

Said man was currently at the bank, as he had been all day, leaving Alex at home with his coursework and hadn't mentioned to be expecting any visitors. Which is why Alex immediately became wary as he heard the shrill tone of the doorbell. He left the room and went downstairs as silently as he could; they didn't have to know anyone was home. He grabbed a knife from the kitchen and stashed it up his sleeve, feeling a bit better now he had something to defend himself with.

Padding up to the door, he silently cursed Ben for not having thought to place a peep hole in the door. At least that would've given him a chance to recognise whoever it was, if he happened to know them. Sighing he opted to listen instead, hoping to gain some knowledge of whoever was at the door through their voice. He could pick out three distinctive voices which he seemed to recognise but try as he might, could not remember where from.

Stepping back and adjusting his grip on the knife, he undid the chain on the door and pushed down the handle. Slowly he pulled the door open, ready to attack if he needed but now more curious as to who would be visiting Ben on this day. Opening it up all the way he paused momentarily as he glanced at who stood outside.

Still dressed in full SAS gear, it was K-Unit.