Once the agents got the clearing to release you, your father immediately requested all higher intel to meet him in the Oval Office to discuss a plan of action.
Of course, you had no authority to attend such a meeting. You were merely requested to go home and sign a paper to promise never to say what happened.
So you told them you would...
Right after, I do my own investigation.
You traveled around the White House, watching people dressed in hazmat suits block off, disinfect certain areas, and wrap up the bodies in black tarps.
"Miss, this is a closed-off area." One of them said as you got a little too curious.
"Where are you taking the bodies?" You ask, watching them wheel them out.
"We are taking them to the labs for further testing." They respond.
"Do you know the current number of deceased and injured?"
"As of right now, 50 individuals were infected and pronounced dead, some fatally wounded."
That's at least a quarter of the staff here.
Thanking them for the helpful information, you walk down to the security room. If this was a person's doing, you were sure they would be caught on camera.
Amidst all the chaos, there he was, walking right in front of you. A singular beacon in the swirling storm around you.
"Leon!" you call.
At the sound of your voice, his eyes widen, and he halts to search the room for you.
You rush towards him with a smile of solace and examine his body. No wounds were visible. He looked the same when you left him. Leon S. Kennedy.
"You shouldn't be here." He warns dourly in a deep tone and gets closer to you.
Man, why did you have to be here?
Why did he have to be here?
It's been two years, and you haven't heard anything from him. Is this the kind of circumstance where you both can reunite? This powerful attachment towards you leaves him feeling so vulnerable and exposed. Leon can't help but wonder if he'll be able to keep it together or crumble under the weight of it all.
"I can be wherever I want, thank you very much." You correct him. Scanning the area, he places a hand on your back to guide you to a more secluded area down a hallway. "And I hate being the last person to know about these things." You whine, not even noticing him manipulating your movements.
"Yes...I know." He agrees gently now, not looking anywhere else but you.
As the sun peeks through the windows, you finally comprehend what he's wearing. Unexpectedly, your breathing catches in your throat as you gaze upon the necklace hanging around his neck.
"You still have it...." you say softly and admire the necklace you gave him two years ago.
"I haven't taken it off," he replies, and for a brief moment, everything around you is still.
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Like a tattoo | leon kennedy x fem reader
FanfictionIt was 2004, and life was simple. Until a cult kidnapped and infected you with a parasite that could end humanity, yet a spark of hope came to your rescue. A special U.S. agent named Leon S. Kennedy was entrusted to save you from this nightmare. Hi...
