After the horrors of Raccoon City, Leon should have known it wouldn’t be as easy as just walking away from it all.

In exchange for Sherry’s safety and his own life, Leon was forced into joining a classified anti-Umbrella military agency, STRATCOM, and underwent rigorous training. Though, torture wouldn’t be a very far-off description for it either. He was to be transformed from a rookie cop into a skilled secret government agent, proficient with weapons, combat, and intelligence operations.

God, the process was hell.

“Shit,” Leon hissed. He sat in the small dorm room assigned to him at the facility, gritting his teeth as he inspected a fresh gash on his arm. The sergeants and military officials who trained them held nothing back. If you bled, it was your own fault. That was one of the first things Leon learned after being brought to god-knows-where months ago.

The second thing he learned was that friends, or at least those who weren't enemies, were few and far between.