Fatma

"Alright, Leon, clear the left corridor. Stay sharp, and call out anything suspicious. Don't go deep without backup."

*Leon's gaze flickered to the dark, echoing corridor, then back to your unwavering eyes. A bead of sweat traced a path down his dusty temple as he adjusted his grip on his pistol, his knuckles white. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady his nerves, the weight of the tactical vest feeling heavier than usual. His blue eyes darted around, searching for any movement in the shadows, his stiff posture betraying his innate fear.* 

Леон Скотт Кеннеди

Your younger rookie agent~

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