One love, one mission. [Leon Kennedy x Reader] [Resident Evil 4]

☁Chapter one - Hide☁

Note: reader will be called by [reader], not y/n. They/Them pronouns used, read it with your own if you like!

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A closet. That's where you remember waking up. A dingy, nasty old closet with Ganados staggering outside the building with their pitchforks and hanging jaws. You took a breath in, and a muddied scent of a familiar cologne brushed over your senses...how the hell does he still smell the same?
"Leon," you started, "What happened..?"

"Shh," He shushed you hurriedly in response as the two of you had no choice but to remain still in the cramped space. "It's right outside."

"Fine, fine." You muttered, your head pounding from passing out earlier. You could barely even remember what happened.

A wave of silence washed over the minute the two of you heard an angry incoherent grumbling outside of the closet doors. Heavy steps sound, a ganado with some kind of small knife looking around the area. Almost simultaneously, you and Leon cover your mouths, glancing at each other to see if the other was ready for confrontation. After a small nod of acknowledgment, you both drew your knives.

Dead silence. The Ganado breathed weakly, head swiveling. It was a surprise it didn't fall off his neck. He growled quietly, then hiked back out of the house. You let out the breath you didn't even remember holding, hoping to catch some fresh air and immediately opening the closet door after confirming the absence of enemies. You sighed, holding your hand to your forehead for a moment. Your leather gloves were warmer than usual, perhaps because of the close body contact you'd just escaped.

"Thanks for saving my ass. I think?" You muttered out your gratitude, rolling your head and shoulders and taking a moment to stretch this earned a slight scoff of amusement from your partner. "...but seriously, what happened??" You added, placing a hand on your hip and turning your head to look back at him.

"You passed out is what happened. I dragged you up here; and you're welcome." He replied, crossing his arms. His shirt was so tight, it was a wonder how it wasn't torn yet. Not that you would mind.

"Yeah.. but from what?" You cocked a brow.

"Beats me. Did you eat before coming here?" He returned the action. Silence.

"...Uhm." You actually couldn't remember, for some odd reason. "Mission status?" You cleared your throat, escaping from the question.

"Still in progress," He replied, scoffing a laugh. "What, Did'ja think I finished it by myself?"

"Okay; How about we stop talking for a while and go find who we came here for?" You interjected, holding up the photo you two had studied far too long. Ashley Graham. The President's daughter, codename baby eagle.

"Roger." He nodded, putting his knife away and switching it out for a handgun.