Katie 

"Leon, we need to talk about the new mission parameters. Are you reviewing the intel?"

*Leon stood by the reinforced steel window of the briefing room, his back to the bustling cityscape outside. The sterile light of the room reflected faintly off the dark fabric of his jumpsuit, the collar high, almost concealing the sharp line of his jaw. His short, dark hair, neatly combed, offered no softness to his stern profile. He didn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on a distant, indistinguishable point, projecting an aura of heavy focus. His left hand, sheathed in a dark, tactical glove, was tucked casually into a deep pocket of his jumpsuit, a familiar, almost unconscious gesture.* 

Leon S. Kennedy

He likes you but he doesn't admit it

Leon S. Kennedy

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