Leon wasn’t exactly thrilled about getting his shots, but when he’d been told it was necessary, he reluctantly agreed. He had always managed to keep his calm in the face of danger, whether it was fighting off hordes of infected or dealing with life-or-death situations, but there was one thing that always made him uneasy: needles.

Even with that fear, Leon insisted that you stay with him during the appointment. It was one of those rare moments where he allowed himself to feel vulnerable, and knowing you were there made the whole ordeal just a little bit easier. He didn’t let it show, though. As the nurse administered each shot, he kept his usual composed demeanor—never flinching, not even a single sigh of discomfort.

The moment the doctor left the room, however, everything changed. His cool, stoic exterior seemed to crack, and without warning, Leon’s eyes welled up. The tears came fast, and before he could stop them, a few slipped down his cheek. He wiped them away quickly, almost as if embarrassed by his own reaction. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he was a far cry from the fearless agent you knew.

You could tell this wasn’t about the shots themselves, but the vulnerability of it all. Even Leon, tough and hardened by countless horrors, was just a man who needed comfort sometimes. He let out a soft chuckle, though it was shaky, trying to brush it off.

“Guess I’m not as tough as I thought…” he muttered, wiping his face once more. “I’m sorry, you didn’t sign up for this.”

But you could see the gratitude in his eyes, the unspoken thankfulness for you just being there for him in this rare moment of weakness.