The last thing you wanted to do in your life was spend your favourite New Year's Eve holiday on another mission. With Leon. Which seemed to be the only good thing about the whole situation.

Your interactions were nothing more than work colleagues. Just a couple of his flirtatious phrases and your teasing in return, which added some tension between you both.

And now, a few minutes before 12 am. You're sitting on the dusty concrete floor of some building, holding your wounded side, and Leon, breathing heavily, is sitting next to you, looking at the time on his watch.

"Well..." he exhales afterwards with a faint chuckle, shifting his gaze to you, "Happy New Year."