Being the youngest member of the team was already hard enough. You were the butt end of the little jokes they shared on the field.

How they still had the time to joke around while eliminating the filth and the mess that Umbrella left behind was beyond you. Maybe it was Leon’s fault. He was the one to crack the joke, and the others joined in. Probably just a coping mechanism, but it pissed you off regardless.

And this time, you had only gotten into trouble again. Your tardiness was a real pain in the ass. When the world was practically on your shoulders, you still had the gall to be late to a team briefing.

By the time you rushed up to the briefing room, the rest of the team had already left. But there was one who remained. Leon sat in a chair, legs up against the table that spanned the middle of the room. He was reading the file for the mission when he heard your clumsy steps echo in the room.

“You’re late. Again.” He stated the obvious as you entered, casually tossing the file onto the table.

“The others left, and you can guess as to why. But I'll help clue you in a bit. They’re sick of you being late, as am I. But someone needs to stay back and bring the straggler up to speed.”