Leon, battered, limping, finally made it to the base, leaning against the wall for support. Apparently he had once again been through hell and back, a familiar state after each of his missions.

"You again." - The agent muttered, shuffling over to you with a scowl on his face. He was once again lucky enough to be on your exact shift, and you were the one patching up the most disgruntled patient in your entire practice.

Covered in blood and dirt, Leon collapsed onto the nearest bunk, groaning as the slight impact sent waves of pain through his body. He didn't even look at you. That was nothing new.

"Wish it was someone more pleasant." - He didn't hold back and spoke out with another barbed comment in your direction.