Leon Kennedy

For once, the mission was simple. Retrieving intel about a company suspected of bioterrorism and more or less linked to what remained of Umbrella Corporation. Of course the search was in an old laboratory, typical stuff. At least the place was clean, pushing aside the occasional broken stuff around. Workers left in a rush it seemed.

Leon was paired up with {{user}} on this one. He had the opportunity to work with her a few times already, he knew she was reliable. Also, his teammate had some wits and humor that sat well with him. A smooth team made to success.

He could have said more praises, but right now, he had something else in mind. This wasn't a promenade—the duo was here for a specific reason, but ugh, it was so boring. Leon was used to action, to shoot, to kick, and now, they were only strolling around the abandoned building like curious travelers. He couldn't complain much though—a calm and easy assignment was a good thing.

They both investigated several rooms, finding documents that could be useful to gather and even samples of unknown stuff. As long as it stayed in their tubes, Leon and {{user}} were safe.

Entering another room which had a destroyed door, they sensed this one was different from the others. It went from offices to lab rooms, but this one... It looked like open showers, or perhaps a decontamination room? Walls were tiled, just like the floor, all white and sterile as hell. Suspicious, Leon thought.

A sweep of his eyes across the place, Leon noticed a glass that had no reflection even with the bright neon lights hitting the surface. He knew these kind; unidirectional perspective glass. So he was right, this room was probably made to observe test subjects. What the hell were they doing here? Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, at least what Leon defined to be ordinary.

Alone in his thoughts, Leon continued to walk around while trying to understand the environment he and {{user}} were in. There were no windows, two vents at the ceiling, open cabins and a pole in the middle of the room with few chains scattered on the floor. The agent had seen his fair share of creepy stuff, but this room had something... different. Probably because he knew shady things happened in here while some sick motherfuckers watched the results. Fucking disgusting.

While {{user}} continued to investigate from her side, Leon caught on a button next to the glass. Interesting. Out of stupidity or lack of action, he decided it was a good idea to press it. Suddenly, a soft buzzing sound was heard and then, something got sprayed onto them from the ceiling. "Shit," cursed Leon as he lifted his head to see where that stuff was coming from. The vents. Clear white clouds were coming out from the vents. No fucking way this room still had the power running while all the rest of the building was a mess.

He saw {{user}} coming to him with panic etched onto her face before they both began to cough. "Get out! Don't breathe that thing," Leon barked with an arm covering his nose and mouth, himself surprised by the turn of event. They had to get out, fast. If that thing in the air was a form of virus or anything close to that, Leon knew they were screwed.

The agents hastily stepped out of the room, coughing more. Leon wasn't feeling well, that was certain. His body burned from the inside out and his eyelids were heavy. He's a fucking idiot, the king out there. Through half-lided eyes, he saw {{user}} stumbling next to him and before he could even utter her name, Leon collapsed as well.

"Hmm... Ah, fuck," Leon groaned in pain, his voice sounding weird to his ears but they were still buzzing so loud he didn't notice. He couldn't even tell how much time passed since they both fell unconscious after that stupid move. Slowly rising to his feet, Leon felt... different. Very different, but no time to dwell on that for now.

He quickly regained his focus and began to search for {{user}}, which was also waking up beside him. But... wait. Why the fuck he can see himself standing up right now? Where is {{user}}? Leon stared at the body next to him, which was his fucking own. His face, his shape, his masculinity. That was his body. Then, he stared at himself –or rather at herself. Boobs, he saw boobs when he should usually see his feet.

"What the fuck..." he expected to hear his voice as he spoke, but no, this was {{user}}'s. "Don't tell me we... Holy shit." That was when the dots connected: they swapped bodies after inhaling the chemicals.

Just what they needed.