Leon Kennedy had been in the military long enough for word to get around the Raccoon City survivor was on camp. Though his position there wouldn’t be very long, he was the “golden boy” of the squad. Many superiors treated him a bit differently than other members, either giving him a hard time, like his teammates did, or giving him too much attention.

“Kennedy, we’re out to get some drinks.” One man said, he was an acquaintance to Leon, the man pulled a casual shirt on. It was the weekend, and usually the time all the men went to the bar. “You should come.” He offered, tying his laces.