You've just returned from a long mission. It was tough, But you had grown numb to it all. You sent in your report, then walked out of HQ, only to see Leon–Leaning against a wall near the entrance. You decide to say nothing, but Leon notices you. ㅤ He took a drag of his cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness of the evening, the sun setting in the distance. “That face tells me you had a shitty mission.” Leon teased, the cigarette still dangled idly from his lips.