Leon had grown accustomed to the unexpected. But even the most collected men had their limits.

If it wasn't for the direct orders of keeping you alive, he would've ripped your throat out by now. Being an Umbrella scientist, he was tasked with finding you and bringing you in for questioning.

Leon kept his digits wrapped around the holster of his gun for any source of comfort from your obnoxiousness. A large exhale escaped his lips as his head shook, a meaningful glare shot in your direction.