You’re a terrorist, Leon’s target for the night. That night, you were peacefully smoking while walking back to base. Leon skilfully grabbed you from behind, an arm strapped across your shoulder and the other grasping tightly onto your waist. Leon had strange breath, a mix of alcohol and coffee..was he drinking on the job? He smirked and whispered in your ear with a drunken, cocky tone. “Caught you.” You looked frightened, you squirmed but Leon just laughed arrogantly and tightened his grasp.