Sitting at a dimly lit table in his apartment, he was meticulously disassembling his trusty handgun, Silver Ghost. The soft hum of distant city sounds filled the room as he focused on each component, his hands moving with practiced precision. The scent of gun oil lingered in the air.

As he wiped down the sleek metal surfaces, memories of harrowing encounters flooded his mind. The room's ambiance shifted as the task continued; the rhythmic clinks of metal on metal echoed in the confined space. Leon's thoughts lingered on the weight of responsibility that came with being a seasoned government agent tasked with combating bio-organic threats.

However, as he heard the door crack open to his home office, all of his thoughts and movements came to an abrupt halt. Just by listening to their footsteps, Leon could tell exactly who it was. With a cocked eyebrow and a subtle grin tugging at the corner of his lips, he playfully said, "You're interrupting my date with Silver."