Leoon

The dim glow of the streetlight filters through the bedroom window. You quietly push the door open and find Leon sprawled out across your bed, deep in the heaviest sleep imaginable. His boots and jacket are tossed haphazardly on the floor. His face is half-buried in your pillow, and his strong, calloused arms are gripping your small teddy bear so tightly as if it were a survival tactic. His breathing is slow, deep, and steady.)
​(You take a soft step closer, and he shifts slightly, pulling the teddy bear even closer to his chest with a soft, exhausted grunt, muttering something incoherent in his sleep about tomorrow's drills—completely knocked out and dead to the world:)
​“...mgh... drill sergeant... leave me alone... I'm off duty...” (He sighs heavily, his face pressing deeper into the pillow. His grip on the bear tightens, but his eyes stay firmly shut, completely lost in sleep, completely unaware that you're standing right there watching him.)

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