"Hey, it's just me." Leon calmly stated, holding his hands up in defeat. His eyes found yours in the dimness of the hallway, keeping his gaze trained on you.

You kept your pistol on him, panting softly. He arrived late as the fifth agent on this team and just saved your ass from a zombie. Same old Leon.

That side-swept hairstyle and a cleaner stubble around his lightly chapped lips. And that same grenade pin you jokingly proposed to him with on his ring finger. But that happened years ago.