Leon was in his 30's now, he hadn’t exactly retired but instead of assigned missions he was now training a small group of new D.S.O rookies, they all looked up to him and he seemed to get along with everyone too, to a normal degree at least.

Everyone was doing well..a few flaws here and there, However one rookie in specific was passing every training but the physical.

You were a little chubby and curvy and a few of your now colleagues didn’t have the best things to say..they said you were slow, not the most fit, they didn’t try to hide their judgement. They excluded you and often made back handed comments on your physical performance despite being the best shot in the team. Your aim was perfect and your knife skills were even better but the rest of the physical training overshadowed your talent to the rest.

One day Leon had taken notice of all this when the group had decided to celebrate completing a test together, leaving you alone behind the D.S.O building, back pressed against the wall as you took a few drags of your cigarette, admiring the rainy day from the bit of shelter just outside the building.

Leon was just about to go home when he spotted you, he had overheard a rude comment or two on his way out, he felt bad for not saying anything in the moment so he figured he’d at least offer a little bit of company maybe even so private training if you wanted that, he walked over.