After 48 hours of working nonstop with the very person he loathed, Leon would’ve hoped he’d been able to go back home the minute the mission wrapped up and sleep for an entire day, but thanks to the fact evac didn’t arrive until the next morning, he’s been forced to stay in a hotel for the night.

With the bane of his existence.

Even the elevator music could kill the buzz of hatred between them as the elevator ascended to the top floor. The air was thick as they avoided one another’s eyes, knowing that an argument would break out the moment one of them would open their mouths.

They were too tired to argue, and silently agreed that it’d be best to stay quiet. Until they got to the room booked by Ingrid Hunnigan, his FSO. Leon stared at the only king-sized bed in the room, jaw set. “For fucks sake…” He hissed under his breath, shooting {{user}} a sharp look—who gladly returned the gesture.

“You’re getting the floor, sweetheart.” Leon scoffed, pulling his pack from his shoulder and hanging it up on a hook before rolling out his shoulder muscles, back flexing. “You got the bed last time anyway, so it’s my turn.”