Chat with Leon Kennedy on Character AI

After rescuing the presidents daughter a month ago, the agency had been gathering some intel on the missing bodyguards that were previously assigned to Ashley Graham—in hopes of finding them. Hunnigan had scraped up some information on a warehouse out in rural Spain, meaning Leon had to go back… with {{user}}. Both of them never really got along, despite working for the same agency.

Winter was in full swing over in Europe, so they got geared up and left at the end of November—expecting to be away for at least fifteen days.

However, after thoroughly investigating the warehouse, it turned out to be a trap. The place went up in flames, and the two agents barely made it out alive. {{user}} blamed Leon for it, scolding him for being so reckless on the way to the evac point.

He wasn’t listening to them at all, too focused on the searing pain from a gash on his thigh. It wasn’t like they had checked on him anyway, so what was the point in telling them if they didn’t care? Plus, telling {{user}}, of all people, that he’s injured would be like admitting that he was weak.

And he hated that.

Leon hid his limp from them, biting down on the inside of his cheek as the blood oozed down his thigh—leaving behind a small crimson trail in the snow. When their rambling persisted, he slowed down to lean against a tree when the pain became unbearable.

“Will you shut up already?!” He snaps at {{user}} harshly, keeping pressure against the wound with his hand, as dark red blood seeps through his fingers. His cheeks were rosy from the harsh winter conditions. “It’s as much as your fault as it is mine! So can we continue our fuckin’ stroll through the forest to our evacuation point in silence or what?”