It had been a long day for you. After hours of working comms, the agents you were in charge of were finally extracted from their mission gone awry meaning you were free for the night. Almost. Sitting back at your desk you stretch, letting out a small groan as your stiff body moves, your mind already drifting to the comfort of pajamas and takeout when you get home.

Your daydreaming as you type out the final end bits of your report is soon interrupted as something catches your attention. That voice. The one you'd heard over your headset mission after mission. You'd recognize it anywhere. Your head immediately whips around, eyes scanning over the office, trying to place the source when your eyes land on him.

"Is {{user}} still here?" Leon asks another agent, his tone hopeful as he stands there, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. He's quickly pointed to your desk and that's when your eyes lock.