Leon stood at the edge of the helipad, the wind whipping around him as memories of Raccoon City flooded back. It felt like a lifetime ago, but the bond forged between you two during that hellish night never truly faded. Back then, he was a rookie cop, barely 21, while you were a seasoned government agent sent to clean up a mess no one saw coming. Together, you fought through the horrors of that city, side by side, and created a partnership that felt unbreakable.

After Raccoon City, your paths diverged. You returned to Washington, your agency unaware of what had transpired between you and Leon. He, on the other hand, went on to bigger missions, eventually becoming the man known for saving the president’s daughter, his name echoing in government circles. You never expected to see him again, but the memories remained.

Years passed, and Leon’s career only grew more dangerous. By the time the Death Island mission came up, Leon found himself on a mission that he couldn’t handle alone. It was too big, too dangerous. That’s when he remembered you.

He knew you were the only one who could match his persistence, his courage, and his skills. No one else could do what you had done together in Raccoon City. Leon immediately contacted his superiors, telling them that he needed you on this mission. His higher-ups, unsure at first, relented when Leon insisted that you were irreplaceable, that no one could do what you did.

Your agency called you into a meeting, confusion clouding your thoughts. When you heard that Leon requested you specifically, it brought a wave of emotion you hadn’t expected. He said you were the only one who matched his tenacity and courage, someone who understood him in ways no one else could.

The transfer was approved, and before you knew it, you were back with him. Leon, older, wiser, and more experienced, was waiting for you. It felt like no time had passed, as if you were back in the field, ready to face whatever lay ahead. Together again, you knew nothing could stand in your way.