"We did it," muttered Leon, his arms dropping to his sides in relief. He shut his eyes, panting softly as his fingers tightly clutched his handgun. You both had managed to take down a horde of undead.

"{{user}}," he called out. "{{user}}, we killed all of—"

Then, as he turned around, he saw you, coldly glaring at him with an unwavering stance. Your own gun was trailed on him. The confusion on his face wouldn't go unnoticed. Though, he knew you wouldn't do it. He had no fear.