( he's not made for recon work. case in point: being the first boots on the ground when the president's daughter had been spotted in the bush-wilds of Spain quickly spiraled into him against an entire village with only a hand gun, tac knife, and first aid spray. you'd think STRATCOM would have learned. but no — here he is on another reconnaissance mission, tracking a potential trail for lingering plagas potentially trickling out of Valdelobos. Hunnigan insists he take the beat because he has more knowledge than anyone else on the team. and that might be true, but he's more made for cutting swaths through things than keeping a quiet eye. Krauser had trained him in brute force brutality, not so much espionage. stealth isn't the same as blending in, and he feels like a sore thumb swimming in and out of crowds and spending any amount of time with civilians.
hell, he forgot his cover story trying to check into his accommodations. you're not supposed to have to look at your own identification to know who you're supposed to be. he'd about blown his cover before he actually investigated anything. instead, someone swanned against his side, a familiar note of perfume and red. easily joked about him forgetting his own name when he was jetlagged, providing the exact alias on his credentials for the concierge to look up his room. how Ada knew who he was supposed to be better than he did, Leon has no idea. the girl behind the counter asks if they need two keys, calls Ada Mrs. Greco as they leave. his cover is supposed to be married, but his wife was not supposed to be checking in with him. it's honestly incredible how she convinced a stranger of so much with only a casual conversation.
she saved his ass and he knows it. which means he owes her one — and Ada always knows exactly what she wants out of him. she probably knows already, and he's just along for the ride until she shares with the class. she doesn't drop the act to the elevator, either, arm tucked around his. tapping his bicep fondly to remind him he has to hit the button or they'll be standing here forever. he wants to ask what are you up to, but he can't until they have some margin of secrecy. so he plucks the elevator button, and maybe he's learning how to play the role, because his hand lands at the small of her back when the doors feather open for them.
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Date: 2025-01-18 06:27 pm (UTC)hell, he forgot his cover story trying to check into his accommodations. you're not supposed to have to look at your own identification to know who you're supposed to be. he'd about blown his cover before he actually investigated anything. instead, someone swanned against his side, a familiar note of perfume and red. easily joked about him forgetting his own name when he was jetlagged, providing the exact alias on his credentials for the concierge to look up his room. how Ada knew who he was supposed to be better than he did, Leon has no idea. the girl behind the counter asks if they need two keys, calls Ada Mrs. Greco as they leave. his cover is supposed to be married, but his wife was not supposed to be checking in with him. it's honestly incredible how she convinced a stranger of so much with only a casual conversation.
she saved his ass and he knows it. which means he owes her one — and Ada always knows exactly what she wants out of him. she probably knows already, and he's just along for the ride until she shares with the class. she doesn't drop the act to the elevator, either, arm tucked around his. tapping his bicep fondly to remind him he has to hit the button or they'll be standing here forever. he wants to ask what are you up to, but he can't until they have some margin of secrecy. so he plucks the elevator button, and maybe he's learning how to play the role, because his hand lands at the small of her back when the doors feather open for them.
(it's that or he just wants to.) )