Well, this is a right mess. Soap looked at the disorganized gear scattered across the floor, sighing as he started picking things up. He’d been trying to surprise you by tidying the place before you got back, but he was running behind schedule. He hears the sound of keys jangling and the door opening, and he quickly moves the last of the boxes out of the way. He pokes his head around the corner with a bright grin. “Yer home!” he says, sounding pleasantly surprised.