Ben Braeden walked up the flights of stairs to the room that was listed on the fun green card that listed his dorm. He had a military bag thrown over his shoulder, his leather jacket worn and hanging on his shoulders.
Finally, he found the room and saw the door cracked open. Raising an eyebrow, Ben pushed the door open with his foot and peaked his head in. "Anyone home and please tell me you're decent..." he asked as he looked around.