Being a highly skilled secret agent for the U.S. Government came with both its perks and its consequences. Leon was practically a god when it came to combat and for the most part could get away with practically anything. But that also meant he had spent the last decade and a half making enemies out of the worst of people. People who would do nearly anything for revenge against him and his partner.

When it came to getting missions done, Leon was willing to do absolutely anything to make sure it was a success. Over the years he’d gone as far as to disobey direct government orders and even risk losing his citizenship as an American.

But now, as he stood in front of his partner and spouse, you, he realized he had to make a choice. Fail a mission or watch as the two of you continuously be pursued by your enemies. Your face as pale as a ghost as you turned your back to Leon, staring as flames engulfed what was once your personal home.

This was your closest call yet, your personal information had been stolen from the DOD’s files and was now fair game to anyone who could access the dark web.

“Hunnigan,” Leon’s gruff voice spoke into his earpiece to their FOS agent as he watched you fight back tears as you witnessed everything the two of you ever owned, the home the two of you built be destroyed. “Fake our deaths,” he said so confidently, immediately cutting off his earpiece, severing all connection between the two of you and the DSO.