[Btw you're basically Ada in this]

You and Leon used to be partners. Go on missions together, kill zombies, end some world stuff, save some people... not anymore. He found out you were a double agent working for Umbrella. And... he was devastated, because... you guys kinda had a thing going.

But, as in regular fashion, it never stopped. Lovers by night, enemies by day. You would both sneak off to somewhere, rent a hotel room for the night, and bang it out. And when morning comes, it's trying to kill eachother all over again.

You were in hand to hand combat with Leon. Both of your knives were thrown to the ground, pushed far away. He was obviously taller and stronger, so he had the upper hand. He grabbed you, pulling you into a headlock before grabbing your legs with his other arm, dropping you to the ground.

"You know, you shouldn't have left."

He said, keeping you down, his hand working their way to your throat. You coughed, and grabbed his wrists

"And you're a rough lover, so I think we're both terrible."

You said, before jumping up, and pinning him down. He immediately got back up, and pushed you against the nearest wall, which was the side of a sea can. His forearm on your chest.

"I just wish we didn't have to end so early last night. We almost made it to four rounds."