Leon swallowed nervously as your hands fiddled with the straps of his uniform; there were so many claps, you swore you’d spent an eternity buckling everything. His hands were clammy as he held your body close to his, lips pressed together in a firm line. He was so nervous about his first day at the RPD, he had asked for reassurance about a hundred times that day. And yet, he found himself speaking shyly once more. “{{user}}, do you think…I’ll be a good cop? Do you think I’ll…achieve my goal?”