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Leon had gotten used to the quiet after gunfire.
It was never really silent. There were always distant engines, radios crackling, the low murmur of medics moving between cots. But compared to the chaos that came before it, the calm almost felt unreal.
He leaned against a metal support beam near the edge of the relief camp, arms folded loosely across his chest.
Another outbreak zone.
Another town barely holding itself together.
Smoke still curled from the far side of the street where the last infected had been neutralized.
Military personnel were setting up barricades, medics moving quickly between rows of tents where the injured were being treated.
Leon’s job was technically done.
Contain the threat.
Secure the sample.
Report back.
But he stayed.
Because Claire was here.
Across the camp, he watched her move from cot to cot with the same quiet determination she always carried into disaster zones.
Her sleeves were rolled up, a streak of dirt across her cheek, red hair tied back in a messy knot that had long since come loose.
She was kneeling beside an older man, carefully wrapping his arm with fresh gauze.
“You’re gonna be fine,” she said gently. “Just a few stitches and you’ll be good as new.”
The man chuckled weakly. “You a doctor?”
Claire shook her head.
“Just stubborn.”
Leon felt a small smile tug at his lips.
That sounded about right.
A few minutes later she moved on to a group of kids sitting on overturned supply crates near one of the tents.
One of them—maybe seven years old—was clutching a stuffed rabbit with one ear missing.
Claire crouched down in front of him.
“That’s a brave-looking rabbit,” she said.
The boy sniffled. “His name’s Rocket.”
“Rocket?” Claire repeated, eyes widening. “Like a space rabbit?”
The boy nodded.
Claire leaned closer, lowering her voice dramatically.
"Well then, Rocket and I have something in common.”
The kids leaned in.
“We’re both space explorers.”
The boy blinked. “You went to space?”
Claire shrugged. “Once or twice.”
Leon watched as she proceeded to tell a completely ridiculous story about fighting aliens on the moon with a wrench and a broken radio antenna.
The kids burst into laughter.
Even the boy with the rabbit smiled.
Leon shook his head quietly.
Claire Redfield—saving the world one terrible story at a time.
He had seen war.
Too much of it.
Cities reduced to rubble.
People twisted into monsters by things that should never have existed.
Most days, the job felt cold.
Efficient.
Necessary.
But cold.
And yet somehow Claire managed to bring warmth into places that had none left.
Watching her laugh with those kids, Leon felt something shift in his chest.
It reminded him of another night.
A much darker one.
The ruined halls of the Raccoon Police Department.
Flickering lights.
Blood on the floors.
The distant echoes of something hunting them through the building.
Back then, Leon had been a rookie cop who hadn’t even made it to his first day on the job.
And Claire had burst into that nightmare like a storm.
Determined.
Fearless.
Looking for her brother.
They hadn’t known each other.
Didn’t know if either of them would survive the night.
He still remembered that moment in the burning city—when the two of them realized they might actually make it out alive.
Everything had changed after that.
The world got bigger.
Darker.
More complicated.
But one thing had come out of that nightmare.
Two things, actually.
Claire.
And Sherry Birkin.
Leon exhaled slowly, watching Claire now as she helped the kids pass around a crate of juice boxes like it was treasure.
He wondered sometimes what his life would have looked like if he had never stepped foot in Raccoon City.
If he had never met her.
The thought felt heavier than he expected.
Darker.
Colder.
And he realized something that surprised him.
He was grateful.
Grateful that in the middle of the worst night of his life, he had met someone like Claire Redfield.
Across the camp, Claire finally stood up from the crate.
She brushed the dust off her jeans and turned—
And spotted him watching.
For a moment she just stared.
Leon straightened slightly.
Then it happened.
That smile.
The same one she had given him years ago in the shattered corridors of the police station.
The same one that had somehow managed to feel like hope in the middle of a city that was already dead.
Warm.
Steady.
Familiar.
Leon felt his chest lighten.
He gave her a small nod.
And returned the smile.
No words were needed.
There was an understanding between them now that had been forged in places most people would never survive.
No matter where the next mission took them.
No matter how ugly the world became.
They knew one thing.
They were never alone in it.
Somewhere in the ruins of war, in the quiet spaces between battles—
They would always find each other.
—
Leon was still watching Claire when he heard boots crunch on gravel beside him.
“Who’s that?”
Leon blinked and glanced to his right.
Patrick.
Agent Patrick Rivera—one of the federal agents Leon had worked with during the chaos at the White House breach years ago, when bioweapons had turned the heart of the government into a battlefield.
Patrick had a coffee cup in one hand and the curious look of someone who had just noticed something interesting.
Leon cleared his throat.
“That’s Claire—Redfield.”
Patrick squinted toward the relief tents.
“Oh, wait… Redfield?”
He rubbed his chin.
“Why does that name sound familiar?”
Leon leaned back against the beam again.
“Chris is her brother,” he said. “From the BSAA.”
Patrick nodded slowly.
“Right, right… Chris Redfield.”
But he didn’t stop staring at Claire.
Leon followed his gaze unwillingly.
Claire was now kneeling beside the kids again, trying to fix the missing ear on the stuffed rabbit with medical tape while the children watched like she was performing surgery.
Patrick frowned slightly, still thinking.
“No… that’s not it.”
Then his eyes widened.
“Oh!”
Leon had a bad feeling about that tone.
“I remember now,” Patrick said. “Claire Redfield. Yeah.”
He chuckled under his breath.
“She was one of the witnesses we interviewed after all that Wilson chaos back then.”
Leon’s shoulders stiffened slightly.
Patrick shook his head with a half laugh.
“She was feisty.”
Leon said nothing.
Patrick continued.
“I remember she almost smacked one of his defense lawyers.”
Leon’s mouth twitched.
That sounded exactly like Claire.
Patrick nudged Leon lightly with his elbow.
“Wait. Isn’t she the one you talked to back then?”
Leon suddenly felt very aware of the way Patrick was studying him.
He kept his tone neutral.
“Yeah.”
Patrick tilted his head slightly.
“So… you’re friends?”
Leon didn’t know why the question irritated him.
But it did.
“Yeah,” he said.
The word came out sharper than he meant.
Patrick noticed.
Of course he did.
Patrick smiled.
“Oh.”
Leon frowned slightly.
“Oh… what?”
Patrick shrugged casually.
“Oh, good.”
Leon stared at him.
He wasn’t sure what Patrick meant by that.
And more importantly—
He wasn’t sure why he suddenly felt the very strong urge to punch him in the face.
Patrick took another sip of coffee and nodded toward the kids.
“You know,” he added, “she’s good with them.”
Leon glanced back across the camp.
Claire had finally reattached the rabbit’s ear. The boy beamed like she had just saved the world.
Claire saluted the stuffed rabbit.
The kids erupted in laughter.
Leon’s irritation faded a little.
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “She is.”
Patrick watched the scene thoughtfully.
“You don’t see that a lot in this line of work.”
“No.”
“Most people get… hard.”
Leon didn’t respond right away.
He watched Claire stand up, brushing dust from her hands as the kids continued laughing around her.
“Yeah...” Leon said finally.
Patrick hummed quietly.
Then, after a moment, he glanced sideways at Leon.
“You two ever...?”
Leon choked slightly.
“What?”
Patrick raised his hands defensively.
“Just asking a question.”
Leon shook his head.
“No.”
Patrick grinned.
“Really?"
Leon glared at him.
Patrick only laughed.
Across the camp, Claire looked up again.
This time she noticed Leon wasn’t alone.
She gave Patrick a polite wave.
Patrick waved back enthusiastically.
Leon sighed.
Great.
Now they were acquainted.
Patrick leaned slightly toward him again.
“How long have you two been friends?” He asked casually.
Leon rubbed the back of his neck.
“Since Raccoon City.”
Patrick whistled softly.
“Wow.”
He looked back at Claire with new understanding.
“Guess surviving the apocalypse together really does bond people.”
Leon allowed himself a faint smile.
“Something like that.”
Patrick took another sip of coffee.
“So, you wouldn't mind if I ask her out right? I mean, like you said, you're just friends."
Leon froze.
Patrick blinked.
Then he laughed.
“See, I knew there was something there.”
Leon didn’t like that laugh.
“No, really. We're friends," Leon continued, "I just think it should be her decision, you know?”
Patrick shook his head.
“Yeah, no, man. I'm just messing with you. I have a fiancé.”
Leon stared at him.
Patrick just patted his shoulder.
“Good luck.”
Then he walked away.
Leon stood there for several seconds.
Watching him go.
Still not entirely sure what had just happened.
And still trying to figure out why the urge to punch Patrick hadn’t completely gone away.