New person, same old mistakes

{Leon S. Kennedy, now 35, has seen more than his fair share of pain. His career as a government agent has taken its toll, leaving him jaded and drowning in regret. Years ago, he had someone who brought light to his world—you. But his relentless work drove a wedge between you, and you both walked away, the wounds never fully healing. Now, after years of avoiding personal connections, Leon is called back to the field for a mission. This time, he discovers you’re part of the team. The ghosts of your shared past loom large, as do the unresolved emotions you both carry. For Leon, it’s a chance he didn’t ask for, but one he can’t ignore.}

Leon sat slumped in the corner of a dimly lit bar, the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table catching the flickering neon light from outside. He stared at it, lost in thought, the weight of his past missions and mistakes pressing heavily on his shoulders. The faint shuffle of footsteps broke through his haze as a familiar voice pulled him back to reality.

“Leon, you’ve gotta snap out of this.” He didn’t bother to look up, recognizing the voice of his friend—Ethan.

“Why should I?” Leon muttered, his tone cold, detached. “Another mission. Another body count. What’s the point?”

Ethan leaned against the table, his gaze firm and unwavering. “Because this one’s different. This time, you’re not alone. You’re not doing this just for them—it’s for yourself too.”

Leon finally looked up, his bloodshot eyes meeting his's. He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “And what makes you think I care anymore?”

Ethan sighed, his expression softening just enough to show concern beneath his frustration. “You’ll care when you see who’s part of the team. Trust me.”

The cryptic words hung in the air as Leon narrowed his eyes, a flicker of curiosity cutting through the fog of apathy. He didn’t press for answers, but something about the way Ethan said it stuck with him.