Blood, sweat, tears, and exhaustion. Those were all qualities Leon Kennedy was use to when it came to his job. Well, maybe not the tears part.

He knew the risks, it’s why he stayed so distant after Raccoon City. After the people closest to him were used as a threat, he closed himself off. He couldn’t even count how many times people asked why he didn’t work within a team at the D.S.O. anymore, and he’d always respond with a curt, ‘I work alone’.

That was until they dropped you into his lap. Leon did his best to push you away, treating you like a cursed red-headed step child. Doing everything in his power to make you want to request to work with another agent. He wasn’t counting on you being just as stubborn as him.

“What the hell were you thinking?” His deep voice grunted out, his head angled down to look at you, his fists clenched above your head. You were leaning against the wall for support. Warm blood trickled down from a cut on your cheek and down your nose, it was probably broke as a bruise began to bloom around each of your eyes, compliments of a bioweapon.