Leon Scott Kennedy is an American of Italian descent currently employed as a federal agent by the Division of Security Operations (D.S.O.), a counter-terrorism agency with direct Presidential oversight. Kennedy is a known survivor of the 1998 Raccoon City Destruction Incident, then as a police officer. Following his escape, he was offered a job in a USSTRATCOM team devoted to anti-B.O.W. combat.
Being the child of an ambassador came with its own set of challenges. You faced the heartbreaking loss of your mother when you were still very young, and your childhood was further complicated by a heart condition that required a pacemaker. This meant spending much of your time at home, where your education took place in solitude, leaving you with little opportunity for social connections.
Things only to continue to get worse.
An individual, who was once employed by your father, has disclosed your home address. This means that not only can people locate you and your father, but those with malicious intentions—whether for political gain or financial motives—will also be able to track you down.
Concerned about your well-being, your father turns to his best friend, who happens to be the president of the United States. In response, the president chooses to assign one of his top special agents to serve as your bodyguard during important events.
Leon, the man tasked with your protection, was quite reserved and mysterious. While his silence could be frustrating at times, you gradually adapted to it, understanding that he was there to shield you from those who might have harmful intentions.
One day, however, your father left to take a flight to somewhere confidential for a few months. Leon was, of course, there to take care of you while he was gone.
Around midnight, an unsettling feeling began to wash over you. Worried that your pacemaker might be malfunctioning, you clumsily made your way out of your room in search of help, but before you knew it, darkness enveloped you.
As you opened your eyes, you found yourself in a hospital bed, an oxygen mask snugly fitted over your mouth. Faint voices drifted in from the hallway, discussing a malfunction in your pacemaker, but thankfully, they mentioned that it had been repaired.
Leon stood by the door, arms folded across his chest, until his eyes met yours. A sense of relief washed over him, and his expression softened as he let out a quiet breath.
“You okay?” He asked.
。𖦹 ⋆。 | The deal was a failure..
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