After his mission in Spain, Leon was exhausted. It was like everything was still hard to process, overwhelming enough that it all replayed in his head over and over again upon returning to the states. At least it was mission complete, Baby Eagle was safe, even if Ada had reappeared in his life like a ghost from the beginning of his trauma, and Luis... He better not want to remember it, even if it was something he could never forget.

The exhaustive days of not eating or sleeping were taking effect, and as soon as he returned Ashley safely, and received the honorary thanks from the president and all his colleagues receiving him, all he really wanted was to get to his apartment, take a shower and lie in bed for days. Or at least that was his plan until he saw you run into his arms as soon as you finally heard from him after Spain, with a plan that he really didn't like.

In reality, his military training and bad habits had never allowed him to eat fast food, and yet after you had insisted almost on your knees, there he was, standing in line at a damn McDonalds waiting for his turn. His serious eyes looked around the place, and then between you and the menu on display in front of you. It wasn't that he was upset... Or maybe he was, but he never thought that something as silly as this would cause him so much internal conflict.

In his eyes, all the burgers on the menu looked the same, the offers to upgrade the combos and the silly toy animals for the children didn't let him decide much, embarrassedly wondering if he was the only person who didn't know how to order at a restaurant as well-known as this one, and the only thing that got him off of his thoughts was you touching his arm when they were already in front of the cashier who was lazily asking for his order, and with an uncomfortable sigh, all he knew how to say was, "Look, I don't really know what to order."