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Raccoon City was supposed to be the end.
Instead, it was only the beginning.
In the aftermath of the outbreak, Grace and Leon are pulled from the ruins and offered a future that feels more like a sentence than salvation. The government wants soldiers. Weapons. Survivors willing to be reshaped.
So they endure the training, the missions, Operation Javier. The nightmare of Dead Aim. The quiet, relentless grind of becoming something harder than they ever meant to be. Through bloodshed and classified operations, through grief that refuses to fade and guilt that lingers long after the gunfire stops, they change. They sharpen. They survive.
But in the spaces between chaos, in shared silence or the brush of a hand, and the way they still look for each other first. Something softer refuses to burn away. Because even forged in fire, some things are not meant to be weapons. And some bonds cannot be broken.
Only tempered.