Jaywolf840

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i may not show it but at all times i am thinking about alina starkov and genya safin

i truly believe that leon's time in the special forces was more traumatic than raccoon city.

it's one thing to have to be in the mental space to shoot and kill reanimated people and monsters that are trying to eat you, but it's another thing to be subjected to physical, mental and psychological torture by fully cognisant human beings, ALL BECAUSE you managed to survive a biohazard and wanted to protect a child.

like we see leon come out of raccoon city all cheery with sherry and claire, so wth happened to him in the military for him to be so hardened in re4r? obviously he's still the same leon who cares and wants to help, but he's so emotionally detached to the violence of it all that i'm concerned 😭

i think raccoon city was a shock to his system that he could never shake off, but the military broke him into a shell of a person to be rebuilt into that emotionally devoid, depressed, alcoholic (ik he liked to drink before re2 but it's on another level after re2). it hurts to imagine, but i'm genuinely fascinated by what he could've possibly been subjected to that wouldn't make him blink twice when facing all the las plagas shit in re4.

he had to have been bullied. relentlessly. i mean he wasn't even supposed to be in the special forces in the first place, so i can imagine the other military guys would haze tf out of him for being a rookie and skipping through basic training and all the years of hard work they would've put in to get to the place they were at. and every time he would get better, bigger, earn his place amongst the rest of the men, they would double down; abuse tf out of him and never allow him to fully belong. and you KNOW that they would get away with it too because the government is obviously corrupt.

meanwhile leon was literally blackmailed into joining. like join and ensure sherry was protected, or be killed with all his knowledge of the outbreak and sherry gets tortured. not much of a choice for him.

leon says that krauser was always an asshole, but he never expected him to turn on him the way he did, so it seems krauser was sort of his safe space in the special forces? and yeah they did operation javier together so they had a good level of trust and cooperation before re4, but i wanna know what it was like for them in trainingggg

anyway i’m writing about it on ao3 😁 read Resident Evil - Operation: Collapsed Canopy to find out what happens to leon in the military!

| ♡ | In which just about every man in the Raccoon City Police Department wants you. Pt. 2

Warnings: catcalling, reader likes tea.

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It was no secret that most of the men in the Raccoon City Police Department had a thing for you. Lingering gazes, wolf whistles, giggles when a male officer would come up to speak to you one on one. It was honestly quite annoying.

You had become the receptionist at the RCPD 6 months ago, and for 6 months you had felt agonizing dread when it came down to the part of the job where you had to speak to the officers. Yeah, they would help you with the simplest tasks, and would shower you with compliments, and would quite frankly boost your ego, but is it all that good when they just lack manners? Never a thank you, or a goodnight (unless a friend is watching), and don’t even forget about the time you had to bend over to pick something up and you ended up startled from laughter and wolf whistles erupting from the group of officers behind you.

Of course they had tried many times with you, asking you on dates, bringing you coffee, talking to you for a little too long when you were just trying to do your paperwork. But who really wants a man old enough to be their father- no grandfather. It did pain you to admit that there was one man who did happen to catch your eye. He was a rookie. He joined maybe 3 months ago? You weren’t quite sure. But when he needed help finding paperwork for a case he was on, you couldn’t help but be stunned more a moment by his manners. I mean, none of the officers really had any when it came to needing your help.

“Excuse me?” You looked up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice and your gaze immediately stayed locked on his face.

“Hi— I was wondering if you could help me find the incident report sheets please?”

Okay, MAYBE the bar was on the floor. But how could you contain yourself when he looked at you with those soft blue eyes and that pout?

You offered a smile that was a little more than polite, “of course.”

You couldn’t miss the way his cheeks warmed up.

You stood up from the front desk, despite being annoyed whenever other officers asked you for a favor requiring you to leave it. When you peered behind you to ensure he was still following, he looked like a puppy following you for a treat.

You led him to the shelf right outside the records room and passed him one of the sheets. “Here you go.”

His hand seemed to have a slight tremble as he took the paper from you. “Thank you, I really appreciate it. Sorry for dragging you from the desk I just really didn’t know to ask— ”

“It’s okay, I insist. Leon, right?”

He nodded quickly in response. “I didn’t think you knew my name.” He giggled…awkwardly. And his hand found the back of his neck.

During the painfully awkward conversation you look over and see two older officers (one of which you rejected) murmuring while staring at the two of you and then breaking into a fit of laughter. Assholes. You turn back to Leon.

“Of course I did.”

“Thanks again” he smiles shyly.

As he turns away you reach out for his wrist. “Wait—”

When he turns back to you he’s simply red and tense.

“Sorry I just wanted to know if you wanted to go out…maybe to a movie or get dinner or something.”

You didn’t know if it was the way his biceps would tense when you would smile at him or the way his hair fell perfectly, or maybe it was just the immature dogs of men that were pissing you off in the corner.

“No it’s— I mean— yes! I would love to!” He was certainly biting back a bigger smile. He was definitely trying to seem nonchalant even though it was absolutely not working in his favor.

“Great.” You nodded and looked down to realize you were still holding his wrist. You quickly released it and turned to go back to the front desk without another word. Who needs to plan dates anyway? As you sit back at your desk you realize you quite literally gave him no details, time, or a date.

The next morning you come in, Leon walks in a few minutes after you, 2 coffees in hand.

“Morning. I brought you—” he cuts himself off after peering down and seeing you in fact already have a coffee. Funny enough, you didn’t even buy it yourself.

The man who brought it for you actually walked past him and muttered something before laughing and walking away.

“Sorry.”

He shakes his head, “no I’m sorry. Honestly I didn’t even know if this order was right. I just usually see you drinking tea and assumed…”

You stopped listening to him and got lost in thought. He wasn’t holding 2 coffees. For the small amount of time you have been here, countless officers have brought you coffee in the morning, and you have no choice but to politely accept. The coffee never actually touches your lips as you find your way to make yourself a tea. Not before tossing whatever coffee and simply saying you finished it quickly if you get asked where it went.

“I really appreciate that.” Your voice is genuine. You probably sound overly appreciative, but seriously how can you help yourself? One officer out of this entire force has actually been able to notice something about you instead of just thinking with his di—

“So about that date.”

You nod. Sometime during his ramble he ended up placing the tea on your desk.

“I know this really good Italian restaurant that’s downtown. If you don’t like Italian I totally know other places we could go.” He totally does not, but that’s okay!

“Italian is perfect.”

“Okay…” He smiles a little more widely now. “Okay that sounds good. We can go after work tomorrow?”

“I’d love that Leon.”

He offers another shy smile and nod before going to his desk in the east office. The same two officers who were watching you two the day before were eavesdropping again and looked appalled at the fact the rookie was able to score a date before they were.

You still don’t know if it was truly for his looks and kindness or if it was just because that’s what the officers don’t have, but maybe the date wouldn’t be so bad.

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