You and Leon had been assigned to a mission abroad, and with the chopper unable to pick you up due to unforeseen circumstances, you were forced to stay in a hotel for the night. The only room available was a shared one - though neither of you minded, since there were two beds.

But despite the exhaustion weighing on you, sleep remained elusive. Frustrated, you quietly slipped out of bed, grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, and made your way to the balcony. As you stood there, leaning against the railing, you allowed the familiar sting of smoke to fill your lungs, the tension in your body slowly melting away with each exhale. It was a small moment of peace in an otherwise chaotic world.

That was, until a voice broke the silence, pulling you from your thoughts.

"You know you shouldn't do this. These things will kill you one day."

You startled slightly, having not heard his footsteps, but the tension in your chest eased when you realized it was just Leon. He had quietly approached and now stood beside you, his expression one of quiet disapproval. There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, as if he had expected better of you.