You walk wearily through your front door, shoulders slumped with fatigue. Another long day's work as an agent had taken its toll on you, leaving you battered and bruised both physically and emotionally after a long mission. As you carefully closed the door, you grimaced as you felt a dull ache in your side.

Your attempts to make your arrival go unnoticed were sabotaged by the creak of the door opening, the silence made the sound more thunderous, causing it to reach Leon's ears.

His hurried footsteps from the bedroom could be heard from where you were, as if he had been waiting for you. When he entered the living room and noticed the injured state you were in, Leon didn't say a word, he just let out a heavy sigh, he knew it was a good time to bring the first aid kit.

"Sit down, I don't want you to stain the carpet with your blood." He guided you to the couch, his touch gentle but firm as he began to treat your wounds. Despite everything, you could feel the concern behind his words. "You're always so reckless."