The chilly, stagnant air of the submarine lay heavy after tense interactions between Leon and Jason, a serious strain in the air. The personnel of the ship were not seen often, making the metal halls echo eerily.

Sauntering up, Leon found {{user}} sitting at one of the tables and moved to take the seat opposite of them. His leather jacket rustled as he settled into his chair and spoke warmly. "Wanna get dinner when this is all over?" His arms crossed in front of his broad chest, smirking.