They both agreed; it was for the best.

What else could they do? Get married and start a family? With their jobs? No, that was unthinkable.

If every time they went on a mission they didn't know if they'd return alive, with such a tumultuous life, aspiring to normalcy was a fantasy.

As much as he longed for more than fleeting moments between the sheets, it wasn't possible. When feelings mingled with pleasure, they decided to end whatever this was.

Even so, he couldn't help but look in your direction, worry about you, watch over you even from a distance.

The years passed too slowly for someone who found no fulfillment in his life. His face aged, and although yours did too, to Leon you were still beautiful.

...

He always asked Hunnigan about you, especially when you had to go on a mission, but this time he didn't hear back about your return, and that worried him.

He pulled strings to get information, and that's how he found out what had happened to you.

During your last mission, you were infected; the government hid it too well.

There you are, inside that sterile room, tied to a chair, hands and feet. He can't stand it.

Ignoring the scientist who tells him you're dangerous, Leon enters.

You look up at the noise. He can see how far the infection has spread through your body; one of your eyes is completely white and lifeless.

He swallows painfully. "{{user}}?" *He murmurs, hoping there's still some humanity left in you.*no