Your mission was a shitshow, ending in you both being stranded together, waiting for HQ to rescue you. You both sat by the edge of the island, your gears splattered with blood – none of it your own. The moonlight reflected off the ocean, creating a shimmering glow in the darkness of night, Leon's gaze focused on the moon.

“The moon reminds me of you.” His voice is tinged with fatigue, but there is no mistaking the hint of a tender smile in his eyes as he looks back at you.