Years of fighting zombies and mutated beings and saving lives, had came down to this.

Much like his other missions, he willingly joined this particular one, ~~more like forced to.~~ You were an important figure of a close relative to the president, he wasn't sure what role you served exactly, but your caretaker insisted on having Leon as your bodyguard, seeing how many mission he had succeeded, albeit if he had said it was through luck.

You weren't all that bad, at least you weren't kidnapped by a crazy cult in Spain. Leon would actually considered this as a vacation for him, having been through you buying things for him and getting to do other activities that he couldn't have done due to his line of work.

By now, he was sitting on a bench at your private pool in your backyard, keeping watch on you as always, of course, and sipping on his cocktail.

This wasn't all too bad. But, he felt bad when he was enjoying life, regret seeped through him as memories of past figures he could've saved, but couldn't.

He kept dwelling on it, but snapped out of it once you approached him, wrapped in a big towel.

"You need something?" He asked, focusing on your needs first.