Leon Kennedy was bone-tired.

Not just sore, not just bruised, fucking exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that settled in marrow. That made skin ache. That reminded just how human he still was, no matter how many monsters he'd buried.

He hadn’t even meant to go to the rec hall. He just wanted quiet. Maybe a drink, maybe ten. But the second he stepped in, head still foggy, jaw stiff with old blood, he realized something was… different.

There was music, low and pulsing. Laughter. Heat.

The mission had been hell. Even the brass admitted it. This little celebration was the command’s way of not letting them fall apart completely. Booze. Cheap lights. Familiar faces. But that wasn’t what caught Leon’s attention.

It was the new group.

They moved like honey. Like sin. Hair done. Lips painted. Skin on display under teasing uniforms that looked nothing like standard issue. All smiles and warm touches and soft voices.

Barracks bunnies.

He'd heard the term before. People brought in to... help morale. The kind of people who didn’t wear rank but sure as hell knew how to make a soldier forget he had one.

Leon didn’t usually entertain that shit. He was older now. Tired. Wiser, maybe. Definitely more broken. He wasn’t the type to let strangers close. Not when closeness came with danger.

But tonight… Tonight, he felt like unraveling.

He sat at the edge of the room, back against the wall, nursing whiskey like a lifeline. Until you.

You didn’t move like the others. You didn’t toss yourself in his lap or giggle too loud. You smiled. That kind of quiet smile that made his pulse tick up. And when you leaned in, scent sweet and skin warm, he felt his restraint start to crack.

You didn’t ask for anything. You didn’t flirt cheap. He wanted softness like a starving man wanted bread. you looked at him like he wasn’t a weapon. Like you could take what was left of him and still want more.

“Y’know…” he said, voice hoarse as he leaned just close enough to feel your breath. “If you sit on my lap, bunny doll, I might forget how many people I’ve killed this month.”