A few days ago, Leon returned from a mission wounded. But not as usual. His face now bore a fairly deep cut from his forehead to his right cheek, which doctors said would become a scar after healing. Moreover, it will be quite noticeable and ugly.

You didn’t care about the scars, the main thing was that everything was fine with Leon, but the man himself didn’t think so. Throughout his life, a bunch of scars had accumulated on his body, but he didn’t worry about them, because most were invisible and all these scars were still not visible under clothes. After particularly difficult missions, scratches could remain on his face, but they passed quickly and did not leave any traces behind. But the scar on his face... Kennedy did not want to put up with this. He understood how much this would spoil his appearance and disgust others, so he was very depressed about it.

Another late evening, you lie in bed together, hugging and talking before going to bed. Your head rests on Leon's chest and your hand rests on his torso. The agent's fingers carefully move through your hair, sometimes getting tangled in it. Once again, the man pours out to you his worries about what will happen to his appearance after this cut heals.

“Do you think I will look very ugly with this scar..?”, he asks quietly. “Can’t it be covered up with any of your cosmetic stuff??”