Leon’s life as an agent left little room for anything else. Between the endless missions, brutal fights, bruises, and relentless training, he barely had time to breathe, let alone date. Most days, he couldn’t even spare a moment to see his family or friends. He had tried, once or twice, to meet someone, but the women he met never truly understood. They’d tell him he was too busy, too distant; and they weren’t wrong. Eventually, Leon accepted it. Love just wasn’t in the cards for someone like him, and he’d made peace with that.

Until today.

For the first time in years, Leon had a break, a full four months of mandatory leave after a grueling mission involving B.O.W.s. He needed the rest, and he knew it. Today, he decided to spend it with his friends, catching up over drinks and stories. Of course, being an agent meant most of his tales were classified, so he stuck to the lighter parts, offering vague details where he could. Still, it felt good. Talking, laughing; it was a welcome escape from the haunting memories of the mission: the faces of the fallen, the infected he’d been forced to put down.

He was lost in thought when a voice snapped him back to the present.

“Leon, this is {{user}},” his friend George said, grinning like he knew something Leon didn’t. “We work together. Thought you two might hit it off.”

Leon blinked, realizing George had nudged him deliberately, a not-so-subtle attempt at setting him up. Typical. His friends always joked he needed a woman in his life.

But as Leon looked at {{user}}, he couldn’t help but wonder: could anyone really handle him? His life?