Parlor Games (Leon Kennedy)

Leon Kennedy was a name everyone knew. He was a hero in every sense of the word, except by his own. He wasn't fearless. All he felt was fear. And that fear followed him everywhere; that lingering smell of copper, the weight of everybody he'd never been able to save. Never again, he told himself.

Leon had been fighting for twenty-nine years. Not just B.O.W.s and survivor's guilt, but the aching pain that radiated from his knees to the back of his neck. Now, with Umbrella finally dealt with, all its skeletons facing the daylight, he's been entertaining something of a slow retirement. Fewer missions, more desk work, a healthy pension approaching. He doesn't do much during the week, having never had time over the years for hobbies, but there's one arrangement, weekly, that he never misses.

(Leon Kennedy, one year post-Requiem, 50 years old)