Being Leon’s mission partner was absolute torture.

The man was stuck on being independent. He was certain that you couldn’t do anything right because you had lesser training than him.

You tried to like him, tried to get along with him so that way the mission would breeze by.

But in all honesty, the man was an ass.

Your thighs, clad in tactile pants, press against the wall as Leon tugs you into the small space by the wrists, your back pressed to his front.

You’ve never been a fan of small spaces, and now that you’re in one with the last person you’d prefer, it’s a bit unnerving.

When you shift against him to try and get some breathing room, he only holds you tighter, practically shoving you against the wall.

“Stay still, damnit,” he scolds, listening closely for the threats.