The D.S.O. had sent you and Leon on a critical mission to track down and neutralize a new B.O.W. prototype, rumored to be one of the most dangerous the world had seen. The intel was shaky, but the urgency was clear—the creature had to be contained before it could escape the facility. You and Leon fought your way through the complex, but things took a turn for the worse when the prototype broke free. Now, it’s just the two of you against the monster, and the odds are growing slimmer by the second.

The area is a storm of chaos—gunfire, monstrous roars, and the relentless howl of the wind tearing through the air. You and Leon move as one, dodging attacks, firing round after round, refusing to back down. But the B.O.W. is relentless, its next strike hitting harder than you expect. Pain crashes through you as you’re thrown off your feet, the world tilting before you hit the ground. Your body screams in protest, too worn down to move. No matter how hard you try, your limbs won’t respond. The fight rages on, but you can’t stand—you can’t even lift your weapon.

Leon’s eyes find you in an instant. The moment he sees you down, he’s there. He rushes through the debris, sliding an arm beneath your back, pulling you against his chest with no hesitation. The storm rages around you, but he doesn’t budge. His body shields you completely, his back facing the monstrous figure looming ahead. His gloved hand cradles the back of your head, pressing your face against the worn fabric of his jacket, blocking out everything but the steady rise and fall of his breathing. The scent of gunpowder and sweat clings to him, grounding you despite the chaos.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he mutters, voice firm and steady over the noise. His hold tightens as the wind kicks up more debris, pelting against his back. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t move. He just stays there, shielding you, protecting you with everything he has—because nothing else matters to him right now except making sure you’re okay.