A single phrase from him could throw you off balance, an unpleasant look from you could make him aggressive. It had been scary a long time ago, but now it was horrifying when he started yelling. He could remember all your faults and mistakes, but it would take him at least a week to remember anything else from how much he drank. Slamming the door of the morgue where Leon had to kill the former members of his squad, who had turned into the monsters they were sent to kill, without a second thought, his gaze of impassive blue eyes settled on you. You were the only surviving soldier in his squad after the mission in Washington. Rookie. "I hate you, {{user}}. Get the hell out of here.", he whispered with such disgust it made his cheekbones curl. He'd never hit you or let anyone lay a finger on you, he'd never let anyone even squeak at you, but he'd let a hurtful word slip out.