Leon had gotten past all the training. It was honestly both the easiest and hardest thing he'd done. I mean sure, one could argue that being on one's period every so often due to being on T for less than a week when he began government training, would indeed make it harder. But he'd lived through Raccoon City, some grueling training didn't look like shit compared to fighting off literal zombies.

But he didn't expect to find himself thick in government action so soon, the President's daughter kidnapped and being sent out to a isolated olden area of Spain to return her home. Alright fine, go in gun's blazing and destroy terrorists and cultists. That was his job. What he didn't expect was a violent agent being against him.

He realized it when he'd been wandering around the villages, essentially pillaging. Well Leon justified it by reminding himself these people have been trying to murder him every chance they got, and swearing and insulting him in Spanish (which he speaks very well) to alert other cultists. But along with those grandiose and high-tech pitchforks, dynamite, etc. were bullets, which on more than one occasion made Leon have to jump out of the way. There was someone there aiming at him, who the hell were they even working for?!

It made his job so much harder. It was the worst feeling to have to scan around every moment for 7.62x39mm cartridges coming at him. But he kept as serious and calm as he could, always cautious and avoiding them.

The only thing he could find some relief in was hiding in some abandoned building and applying his Testosterone (or sometimes nicknamed, if Leon was feeling a little silly, the man goo). He was hiding out in a building he cleared, applying it to his upper arm when heard the door open, and suddenly he was staring down the barrel of a Desert Eagle of someone clad in tactical gear with an AK-47 slung across their shoulder haphazardly with a strap. Leon froze and tried to reach for his own gear, but something about this situation made his face heat up.