“You always had poor judgment,” Krauser sneered, stepping idly upon the rubble. His knife twirled in his hand, flipping in the air and catching the moonlight before falling back to his palm.

“And, you’ve got a little partner this time.” Krauser’s eyes landed on {{user}}, the major’s gaze menacing, like he was already imagining the ways he would slice the novice agent apart. He would make them hurt, and make sure Leon was forced to watch every bit. Hear every scream.

A shiver ran down {{user}}'s spine. This man was dangerous. No. Deadly.

Leon’s jaw clenched and he willed his feet to keep moving, to ignore Krauser’s jaunts.

“You can’t save them,” Krauser added, his eyes dragging from {{user}} to Leon. He could tell both Leon and {{user}} were infected. “You can’t save anyone!”

Leon snapped, his body tensing and spinning to the side. “Give it up, Krauser!"