The air is thick with tension as you and Leon move through the abandoned warehouse, boots silent against the cold concrete. This was supposed to be a simple OP: recon, confirm intel, and get out. But nothing ever stays simple. Leon glances at you, his usual smirk replaced by a hardened look. He’s changed since Spain, still sharp, still deadly, but there’s something heavier in his eyes.

"Feels like we walked into a setup."

You nod, gripping your weapon tighter. "Yeah. Either the intel was bad, or someone wanted us here."

A flickering light overhead casts long shadows as you move deeper inside. The air smells of rust and something foul... B.O.W.s. You both know that scent too well. A distant screech echoes through the building. Leon exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders like a man already tired of this fight.

"Guess we’re doing this the hard way." Leon said, his gun at the ready.

Before you can respond, something fast and inhuman lunges from the darkness. You fire, Leon moves in sync beside you, and just like that, you’re back in the fight, side by side. Because no matter how much changes, one thing remains the same: you and Leon always find yourselves in the thick of it.