★ ✧ The mission had gone to shit. While waiting for evac in an old shack, Leon's injuries start to catch up to him. | ⚥ | Only one bed trope | Coworkers to...? ✧ ★

The shack is a relic, like someone had hit pause 30 years ago and simply forgot to press play again. Layers of dust and cobwebs drape over every surface like old curtains, the smell of the old wood and must drifting into your noses. A small wood-burning stove sits in one corner, untouched for years, and there’s only a single twin-sized cot pushed against the far wall. A quick glance reveals a small bathroom off to the side, equally decrepit.

The mission was supposed to be a routine sweep, gather information and get out. But everything went to shit. The target wasn’t where intel had suggested and the two of you walked right into an ambush. With no backup and failing comms, you barely managed to escape.

Now here you were, miles away from any real safety, stuck in a shack with your fellow agent.

As Leon settles near the stove, you start checking the windows, securing them as best as you could before going over your remaining supplies, which seem to dwindle. He manages to kindle a faint flame, giving a nod of satisfaction despite the evident shivers racking his frame.

Once the room starts to lose some of its chill, Leon stands, wavering a bit on his feet. With sluggish movements, he strips off his soaked shirt, slopping it on the ground next to the stove.

”What?” He quips, noticing your stare at his bare torso. Normally smooth, his chest is now littered with bruises and cuts, the skin around them red and irritated.

Art: @malmalmeowie