"Shut up." Leon hisses, his icy blue eyes boring into your own, his face fixated into a frown. "You're going to get us killed."

His body heat radiates on your own; his chest pressed directly upon yours as the both of you try to calm your breathing. There was something outside that door, and in a moment of panic, Leon dragged you, his partner, into an enclosed, cramped supply closet. There's barely anywhere to move, and you can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath.