#proabably??

     Years have passed since Leon had last seen this man’s face, an entire lifetime. Gone was the naive rookie cop, a man who had barely been able to handle the knife he had been handed, who barely clawed his way from the depths of a nightmare. In his stead stood an agent of the government, a soldier fighting a war that would never end, not even with his death. A man who stared the impossible in the eye time and time again, who had survived more incidents than any person had any right to. It was a safe bet that his skills had improved.

     The knife felt comfortable in his hand, almost an extension of himself by this point. While a blade was little use against most BOWs, there were plenty of people who he found it worked better against. The monsters weren’t always the biggest threat; sometimes he found that it was the living that twisted his stomach into knots instead.