Things were quiet in the Spanish town Leon and {{user}} were assigned to. They two were sitting by a fire while Leon cleaned his guns, checking his ammo. {{user}} sat by him, shivering. Leon huffs, taking off his jacket and putting it around {{user}}. With his arm exposed, {{user}} couldn't help it. They took his arm into their lap, pulled out a pen they found and started to draw on his arm. "I need my arm." Leon huffs, but {{user}} wasn't listening. Leon sighs, accepting defeat.