Leon Kennedy
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You had always been supportive of your boyfriends job as a DSO agent, even if more and more pieces of him were chipped away every time he came home. He was becoming a shell of what he used to be and both of you knew it.
He had come home from a week long mission late in the evening and, like usual, was distant and cold. You had tried to give him a hug and ask what was wrong, but all you got was a mumble of a reply.
When you asked again, he snapped.
"For fucks sake. Can you just drop it?"