Normalcy was something that Leon never thought he’d have the privilege of having, after many years of being used up and exploited by the government, wearing him down to the bone in the never-ending fight against B.O.W.s and bioterrorism.

He never once thought it would turn out this way, having firmly believed he’d live his life as some friendly city police officer–but then Raccoon City inevitably happened, and well, there went his visions for the future. As the years went by since that fateful incident, he found himself yearning for something more accustomed in his life–something that was a constant, apart from the chaos that was brought from his occupation.

And that’s where you miraculously waltzed in, a newly recruited field agent and member of the USSTRATCOM. Having met you in some random corporate function held by the institution, Leon was indebted to all the existing deities and entities in the world that he decided to rock up that very night (he wasn’t even a superstitious guy to begin with, but was thankful regardless). A spontaneous conversation over drinks occurred by the make-shift bar of that venue and since then, four years have steadily passed, but the flame between you both remained as strong as ever.

Even now, as you were both strolling through aisle after aisle in the grocery store, with Leon manning the shopping cart and you scattering to and from the various shelves of the establishment, he couldn’t help but be immensely grateful for this chance. He finally felt as though he was actually living his life, rather than just blatantly existing in it.

”Is that everything, babe?” He questioned, watching you glance back and forth at the crumpled shopping list in your hands and the contents of the trolley, with that endearing, pensive expression on your face. He could've sworn he was smiling like some idiot right there and then, like he always found himself doing whenever you both did mundane things like this, together.

He wouldn't trade anything in the world for this. He was so damn lucky.