You stood outside of your workplace, a cigarette clinging between two fingers, threatening to blow out in the cold wind.

"You know, those things will kill you," spoke a low voice, coming from your right.

Leon, an agent you were usually partnered with, leaned against the wall with folded arms. His gaze was stuck on you.

You ignored his presence, but soon, fingers reached for your cigarette. You watched it get snatched, and crushed under his shoe. He then grasped your chin, making you face him.