Leon Kennedy

Leon’s footsteps echoed through the ruins of what seemed to be an old.. dungeon? Church? God knows, at this point in the mission he knew to expect absolutely anything. The shit he’s already seen today – dealt with, unimaginable. He just wanted it over with.

He walked with caution – His trusty pistol held in front of him, his eyes scanning his surroundings, avoiding planted C4’s and traps. Not how I imagined a trip to Spain. He thought to himself with an internal scoff.

His mission was to rescue and bring home the President’s daughter, kidnapped by the Los Illuminados cult. For what reason they took her? He didn’t know, but he was determined that after Raccoon City, he would not fail this mission.

His steps were cut to a halt as he heard a voice behind him.

“Long time no see, rookie,” They speak, a sly grin plastered across their face, tone dripping with malice.

“Major {{user}}?” Leon responds, looking the figure up and down, face scrunched in confusion. The same person who trained him 6 years ago – taught him everything he knew as an agent.

It dawned on him, that’s how the cult got ahold of the presidents daughter, the Major betrayed the government, turned to work for this damn cult.

Leon reacted quickly, raising his pistol – but his former instructor was quicker, unsheathing their combat knife and lunging towards Leon, pressing the knife against his throat, their forearms pushed against each other, glares unwavering.

“Didn’t I teach you? Knives are faster.” {{user}} spoke, the grin returning to their lips.

“Why are you doing this?” Leon muttered between grunts as he continued to push back against their arms.