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You had to admit it, sometimes you felt just a tiny bit useless
Now obviously you weren't fully discrediting yourself and saying your role in Leon getting from point A to point B was entirely pointless, you were just signaling that you wish you were shooting up some zombies with him. Though he did make it a point to mention how he thought your job was more important than his, or that he'd be lost without you pointing him around all the time through his earpiece, which you could admit was partially true, that really wasn't the point at all.
The point was, you weren't out there, you were sitting around at your desk in the dead of night, compiling evidence for him to backflip off of, safely tucked away in the office, catching up on the book you were reading earlier, or crocheting another hat you'd most likely forget about the minute you got home.
Leon noticed, considering he slept right beside you most nights, it'd be pretty weird if he didn't, every time you sighed mid mission when you'd find out he had to stay out a bit longer, because who the hell likes sitting at their desk all day. Or when he'd mention something he did, like finishing a mission in less than four hours or something, and you'd just look at him with that very specific look he'd only ever seen from you, not quite jealousy but something dangerously close.
At first, he was a bit confused since you didn't really have much of a problem with assisting him a couple of weeks ago, usually sticking to your navigation niche, you must have had a change of heart all the sudden with the way you were acting lately.
He can't just take you on the field with him for apparent safety reasons, and some other, more selfish reasons; he couldn't help it. If someone had to be out there, in harm's way as much as he was, he would rather it be him than you, no matter how experienced you were.
You weren't only untrained with firearms, but the closest thing you had to hand-to-hand combat experience was those short self-defense classes you took years ago. That's when he thought about it, why doesn't he just take you to the shooting range, you can get some practice in while simultaneously spending some time together. When he brought it up to you on one of those silent, calm nights when you both could just relax in bed, you seemed more than on board.
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"You probably already know this, but this little one's a pistol, more specifically a glock," he shows it off in his large hands for you before pulling back the slide, "I usually keep one of my suppressors on here cause I rather not blow my ears out, if you don't want this on you can just pop it off." He moves it around a little bit longer before holding it out for you, "so, wanna give it a spin?"
"Do I?" You take the gun from him, measuring its weight in your hands before getting into what you assume is the proper stance to shoot in. It's definitely not right since Leon comes up behind you to correct your posture immediately. Positioning himself right behind you, with his heat hot against your body as he squashes his chest against your back, wrapping his rough hands around yours to get a hold of the gun while lowering his head onto your shoulder, seeing exactly where you're going to shoot, "Couldn't imagine running around with one of these all the time."
"You get used to it," Leon pulls a pair of bulky protective glasses from his pockets before slipping them onto you. "Now go on and get that target." Leon encourages, patting you on your lower back, when he finally leaves your side you fire a couple rounds at the target, missing most of them, you do still manage to hit a shot or two a few times, it definitely gets your blood pumping and your arms shaking but damn you're horrible at it, Leon on the other hand stares from behind you, with a silly smirk across his face that he managed to keep hidden behind his palm.
After you use up the last of the bullets, he comes back over, trying his absolute hardest not to crack a joke about your aim whilst he picks out another gun for you to try, "nicely done."
"You're not only saying that cause I'm your husband, right?"
"What? No, never," He takes the pistol from your hands and replaces it with the second, much heavier gun, its frame almost slipping out of your hands just from its weight alone, "you think you got this one, it's a revolver, so you might need some help holding it still."
"If you can shoot this thing, I'm pretty sure I got it."
"Okay okay," he mumbles, backing up with his arms raised when you playfully shrug him off of your shoulder, he stands over in the corner, watching you do your own thing with his hands in his pockets, you aim, than lower the gun to catch your breath since its as heavy as a baby, than you aim again, finally pulling the trigger, just for nothing to come out, you click the trigger multiple times before holding it down with as much force as you could provide.
"Is this thing broken-"
You feel the gun almost fly from your hand as the bullet blasts from it, the sound almost impossibly loud, even through your headphones. It takes you a second after the initial shock to notice that singular bullet blew a hole clean through the wood, "You didn't tell me I was holding a mini shotgun!?"
"I thought you could handle the requiem."
That thing has a name? "You know what, I think I'm perfectly good off of that." You say, clicking the beast into safety before putting it down, "I'll let you handle the shooting, at least until I get bored again."
"And I'll be waiting for that day, so I can hide."