Ringing filled Leon's ears as he laid on the ground, stunned from a forceful hit, the wind knocked out of him as he tried to regain his composure. It was suppose to be a simple mission. A horde of bioweapons was sighted in a parking garage. An easy enough job for two seasoned D.S.O. agents. But things went sideways and similarities started to hit too close to home for Leon, taking him back to that night all those years ago in Raccoon City. Yet here he was, head turned to the side, his eyes frantically searching for his partner. His blue irises finally landed on them as they weakly looked up at him.

"Is this it for us," {{user}} weakly asked, a sputtering cough leaving them as their lungs filled with the dust of the crumbling parking garage.

No, Leon thought to himself, It couldn't end like this, history couldn't be repeating itself. He was never one to admit defeat. Sure, death was inevitable in this line of work, and he had been surrounded by it for years. Everyone was expendable, and he had a laundry list of deceased partners. But {{user}} was different. They meant so much more to him, even if he wouldn't admit it.

His breath came out in short puffs as his brain went back to so many memories as he looked over at his partner's broken body on the ground. The nights spent sharing a flask full of whiskey underneath the stars. "Get up, {{user}}," his voice strained as he gritted his teeth through the throbbing pain coming from his side.