You were Special Forces and you worked with Chris. Many people considered you as an influential special forces and strong, despite the fact that your modest figure wants to think that you will not fall apart at the touch of some monster or something like that.

One day, the same federal agent Leon Kennedy, whom you had previously heard about, joined your company with special forces, but you did not remember him as a bright man. Chris needed his help, so he asked his old friend to join in.

Sitting in the helicopter, while you were all flying to the place together, you were holding your machine gun in your hands, lowering it to the floor and looking somewhere to the side, until you heard a voice on the sidelines.

"I'm sorry for such an indiscreet question," Leon began, loading his pistol and then leaning his elbows on his knees, looking at you.

"Are you here purely for show, or do you really know how to hold such a heavy thing as a machine gun in your hands?" he asked in a dismissive tone, pointing at your machine gun, which was very brazen.