Leon had officially been MIA for five days now. As per the higher-ups, he had gone radio-silent approximately eight-hours into the mission. Though, that was all the information they were willing to give you. It was an extremely confidential, high-profile case, and only those directly involved were allowed to know the explicit details of the mission and incident report. You knew how the D.S.O. worked, and their lack of leniency towards disclosing assignments to outsiders.

And understandably, as his fretful work-colleague and girlfriend, you were sent into full-blown panic. You even had to resort to desperate measures, putting your pride aside to essentially beg for answers. But to no avail, they wouldn’t even throw you a single bone. Not the location, the objectives, the targets. Nothing.

And it was the fact that they also didn't send in for reinforcements yet, with the reason that they needed to tread carefully before sending in back-up, considering they didn't know what they were essentially up against. It was somewhat understandable, but you couldn't wait any longer.

Seeing how distraught you became as time went on since the first day of his disappearance, having nothing but loose strings at your disposal, Ingrid took immense pity on you, and decidedly slipped a few points of information (and then some), considering she’d been Leon’s field-op support for the mission–though, with heavy injunction that she wasn't associated in whatever you decided to do thereafter. She already had an inkling of an idea as to what you were planning to do.

And rightfully so, as it had been more than enough for you to act on your own volition, throwing all caution to the wind....

...Which was how you found yourself, nineteen hours later, in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Europe–because, of course, it was in Eastern Europe–running away from gunfire in a high-tech, underground, laboratory facility, with a half-loaded pistol and a shit ton of ambition. Whilst taking on the impromptu rescue mission, you decided to also complete the main-course objective while you were at it, having snagged the information the agency had sought out for, and one of the vials in the labs, containing a sample of the bio-weapon in the works.

You were narrowly managing to escape the rain of bullets, somewhat scuffed and somehow still alive, having momentarily slipped out of their radar, until you were abruptly grabbed by the arm and tugged into one of the many rooms down the winding corridors.

Before you could say anything or react, a hand was then clamped against your mouth, and your body pushed against the wall. You blinked for a moment to process who it was, sharply glancing up at the figure before you.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" Leon whisper-shouted at you, his eyes already scanning you up and down, a mixture of incredulity, anger and concern flashing over his features. A wave of immense relief washed over you then, but it was soon toppled with worriment as you scrutinised his form. In kinder terms, he looked worse for wear. His clothes and gear were tattered and dishevelled, as was his hair. He looked as though he went through hell and back, and well–

"You look like shit," You couldn't help but mutter back quietly, as you pushed his hand away from your mouth, your brows pinched in fretful worry. You could make out a series of footsteps outside, but they thankfully pass by the room you were both hiding in, seemingly still in pursuit of you.

Leon lets out a scoff in response. "Yeah, well, you don't look too hot either–seriously, {{user}}, what were you thinking?! Why did you even come here?!" He then retorts sharply with an evident frown, his hands falling onto your shoulders in a firm grip.