The cold night air in the forest was harsh, but it barely registered through the heat of your argument with Leon. Trapped together after a mission gone wrong, there was no avoiding each other, no chance to walk away.

“This is unbelievable,” Leon snapped, glaring at you across the small fire. “If you hadn’t gone off on your own to ‘improvise,’ we wouldn’t be stranded out here.”

You folded your arms, your eyes blazing. “If I hadn’t improvised, we’d still be fighting back there. You could at least say thank you.”

Leon scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping. “Thank you? For making everything worse? You always have to do things your way, don’t you?”

Your fists clenched as the anger bubbled up. “Maybe if you didn’t act like you were always right, you’d see that my way works.”

He stepped closer, voice low but laced with frustration. “Your way is reckless, and it puts both of us in danger. I can’t keep dragging you out of trouble.”

“Oh, please,” you shot back. “You’re not exactly perfect, Leon. Or maybe you’re just too proud to admit it.”

His jaw tightened, eyes flashing with anger as he glared at you. “You think this is easy for me? Watching you take risks like you don’t care? One of these days, I won’t be there to bail you out.”

You stared at each other, the firelight casting shadows across his hardened expression. Neither of you spoke, both too stubborn to back down. Finally, Leon muttered under his breath and turned away, leaving you to stew in the silence, anger still simmering between you as the night grew colder.