It was finally over, after blood, tears, and a whole lot of kidnapping, Leon had finally rescued the President’s daughter and safely returned her to the US. That one night felt like an eternity, with {{user}}.

Leon rose from the speedboat, staggering onto the docks. He turned with his hand out, giving {{user}} a hand up onto the dock, standing by her heavenly side.

“You okay?” Leon inquired thoughtfully, a question he’d been asking repetitively all day.

Replying with her usual answer, {{user}} responded with “Yeah. Thanks.”

That was good. He stared at her silently for a moment, glad in his beloved jacket he took everywhere, looking a little shaken up but seeming relieved to be back in her home country. Spain wasn’t as touristy as people say it is. She looked truly angelic from this angle, with the summertime sunset behind her, the orange sky colliding with the ocean.

And, well, that was the end. Of his mission, he meant. No big deal, just one more completed mission. It was his job, anyway, so he’d hope so. But now he’d never see {{user}} again. And, he hated to say it, but he’d formed somewhat of an… Attachment.

It took him by surprise when he was suddenly pulled into {{user}}’s tight embrace, but he didn’t resist it, placing one fist respectfully on her waist and his other hand hovering gently over her hair.

“I think I’ll miss you forever.” He heard {{user}} mumble, her voice muffled with her head against his chest.