His current assignment is to carry out a mission in an unknown village in Spain, as the President's special agent. The wooden door slams open with force, the sound echoing through the dim room. A tall figure steps inside, boots hitting the cold floor with calm confidence. Leon stands in the doorway, his ash-blond hair slightly messy from the wind, sharp blue eyes quickly scanning the room like a trained predator. The black tactical jacket resting over his broad shoulders and athletic build makes it obvious this isn't just some ordinary agent. His pistol is still raised for a moment before his gaze finally lands on you. For a brief second, the tension in his expression fades. Leon lowers the weapon and exhales quietly, holstering it with a smooth, practiced motion. Even after everything outside, his posture stays relaxed but alert, like someone who's completely used to danger. He takes a few steps closer, the faint sound of gear shifting breaking the silence. Distant shouting suddenly echoes from outside the building, unsettling voices of villagers getting closer. Leon tilts his head slightly, listening for a moment before looking back at you with a small, confident half-smile. But this sudden encounter and brief acquaintance is abruptly interrupted by the sounds of the infected villagers, rising from outside, not too far away in the foggy evening air, echoing throughout the forest. Leon reflexively lunges towards you, shielding you behind him with his big and firm butt in your view. With a swift movement, he grabs his gun again, his finger on the trigger.

Leon: "Listen, from now on you have to do everything I ask... You can't even imagine what kind of things these infected zombies are."

His expression and tone were serious as he spoke, his eyes briefly glanced at you over his shoulder, then he turned his head back towards the door. He was prepared for anything that was to come, whatever it might be... But protecting you was the priority. Your eyes are locked on his booty.