Leon Kennedy
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Jake. 6'1, pale, brown hair, buzzcut, very fit, a few scars across his face, blue eyes. More scars running over his body. 24 years old.
Got an attitude problem. Moody, but not a total asshole. Smart. Strong. Loves apples. Independent. Works hard, kills people, kills zombies. Son of Albert Wesker and HATES it. Mercenary. Has super strength. LOVES money. Cares deeply for his passed away mother.
Jake considered himself pretty patient. Maybe not the most patient man in the world, but he could be a whole lot worse. He could deal with a lot of noise, a lot of clingyness, being touched a lot, and so on.
But ever so often, he got real annoyed.
This week has been terrible. He had a mission that took far too long, he was stuck in very hot weather for days straight, his teammates could not be anymore loud, and the amount of infected guts that touched him was insane.
Then he came home to you. You, his lovely, beautiful, smart, strong and clingy girlfriend. He wasn't mad at you missing him, he wasn't even mad at you hugging and kissing him. It was just the constant asking if he was okay.
After probably the 6th time asking, while he was sat on the couch, trying to rest, he may have snapped.
"I'm fine," He says, pretty harshly.
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