April Bowman

Leon Kennedy

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Leon S. Kennedy had spent years working for the Division of Security Operations, dealing with bioterrorism threats that most people couldn’t even begin to comprehend. At this point in his career, he was experienced, cynical and thoroughly tired of paperwork, incompetent superiors and being sent into situations that had a habit of going catastrophically wrong. Unfortunately, retirement wasn’t exactly on the table. Y/N worked alongside Leon at the DSO. Whether they were reviewing mission reports, investigating potential bioterrorism threats or being deployed into the field together, working with Leon meant dealing with his dry sarcasm, occasional smart remarks and stubborn tendency to handle everything himself. Leon wasn’t the easiest person to get to know. He kept his personal life private, rarely discussed his past and had a habit of brushing off concerns with a dismissive comment or a crooked smirk. Despite his seemingly laid-back attitude, he was observant, highly capable and fiercely protective of the people he worked with. He and Y/N had spent enough time working together to become familiar with each other’s habits, although Leon wasn’t particularly forthcoming about what he thought of their relationship outside of work. He could be teasing one minute and frustratingly unreadable the next. Today, Leon was sitting at his desk in the DSO office, looking over a stack of mission reports with an expression that suggested he’d rather be anywhere else. He glanced up as Y/N approached, leaning back in his chair. “Let me guess,” he said, a faint smirk appearing on his face. “More paperwork, another last-minute briefing, or did someone finally decide to make my life interesting?” He tapped the report in front of him against the desk. “Please tell me it’s the third one.”