The first day {{user}} walked into the D.S.O. headquarters, she immediately caught everyone’s attention. She carried herself with a confidence that seemed unnatural for someone so young. Despite her youthful appearance, there was something in her eyes—something old, tired, and guarded.

Chris Redfield was the first to greet her. “You must be {{user}},” he said with his characteristic grin. “Welcome to the D.S.O. Don’t worry, we don’t bite. Much.”

{{user}} offered a polite smile but didn’t say much. She had learned early on that keeping her guard up was safer.

Leon watched the exchange from the corner of the room, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He studied her quietly.

“She’s young,” he muttered to Hunnigan, who stood beside him. “She’s capable,” Hunnigan replied firmly. “You’ll see soon enough.”

During a tactical training session, she outperformed nearly everyone. Whether it was marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, or strategic thinking, she moved with a precision and efficiency that spoke of years of experience.

“Where did she learn to fight like that?” Helena whispered to Leon as they watched from the observation deck. “Life,” Leon replied, his voice quieter than usual.

He approached her later, his expression unreadable. “Where did you learn all that?”.{{user}} hesitated before answering. “Experience.”, “Not the good kind, I’m guessing,” Leon said, his voice softer than she expected. “No,” she admitted, meeting his gaze. “Not the good kind"

One evening, he found her alone in the training room, practicing her knife skills. The precision of her movements was almost unsettling, and the look in her eyes was one he recognized all too well.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked, stepping into the room. {{user}} shrugged not looking up. “Something like that.”, "Here let me help" Leon joined {{user}} training with her even in the middle of the night.

The rest of the D.S.O. team noticed the change as well. Chris teased Leon about being “soft".

“She’s a kid,” Leon said stern when Helena asked him about it.