eyes on target; leon kennedy
summary: Leon watches over you from a rooftop sniper post during an undercover mission trying very hard to stay professional while tracking your every move through the scope. Unfortunately for him, you know exactly when he’s staring.
pairings: leon Kennedy x reader
RIN'S NOTE: please he is so hot, gawd
Leon had done surveillance work hundreds of times before Different cities. Different targets. Different rooftops. Same routine.
Keep your finger steady.
Tonight was proving difficult.
Leon adjusted the sniper scope again with slow precision, ignoring the ache in his shoulder while neon lights flickered across the skyline below.
The club was crowded. Loud. Impossible to control.
Which meant he hated it already. And then there was you.
“Target’s moving toward the east lounge,” you murmured through the comms smoothly.
Leon tracked your movement automatically through the scope. Black dress. Confident posture. A smile convincing enough to fool anybody in that room.
The agency had called it blending in.
Leon personally thought it was psychological warfare.
Against him specifically.
A man near the bar looked you up and down openly. Leon’s expression flattened immediately. Interesting. Maybe prison overcrowding wasn’t actually a problem after all.
“You still with me, Kennedy?” you asked lightly. Leon blinked once, realizing he’d gone quiet too long.
A soft laugh crackled through the earpiece. And there it was again. That warm twist in his chest he really needed to stop having during operations.
Professionalism, Kennedy. Remember professionalism?
You leaned casually against the bar while speaking to the target, crossing one leg over the other slowly. Leon immediately looked away from the scope.
Then right back. Goddammit.
“You know,” you said through the comms, voice suspiciously amused, “most snipers try to be subtle.”
“You nearly sighed loud enough to trigger my earpiece.”
Leon leaned back slightly against the rooftop ledge, rubbing a hand over his jaw.
“This is why I preferred zombies,” he muttered.
“They didn’t flirt with me from active crime scenes.”
You laughed again. Actually laughed.
Leon stared through the scope quietly afterward. Because that sound always got him. Too genuine. Too easy.
Below, your target leaned closer to you, saying something Leon couldn’t hear over the comms. He watched your expression shift instantly into that charming undercover smile again. Convincing. Elegant. Beautiful.
Leon’s grip tightened against the rifle before he could stop himself. Not because he doubted your abilities. Never that. You were one of the best agents he’d worked with.
That was part of the problem.
You were fearless in ways that made his blood pressure unstable. “You’re staring again,” you said softly through the comms.
Leon froze for half a second. Through the scope, he caught the tiny smile threatening at the corner of your mouth.
“I know you adjusted the scope three times after that guy touched my hand."
Leon narrowed his eyes slightly.
You lifted your drink slowly, gaze drifting toward the mirrored wall behind the bar.
Even from this distance, Leon knew exactly what you were doing. Looking for him. Or maybe just making sure he was still there.
Something about that realization settled heavily in his chest. Years of missions had taught Leon one important thing.
Distance didn’t stop attachment. It just made it quieter. And somehow worse.
“You nervous?” you teased gently.
Leon scoffed under his breath.
“Please. I’m extremely calm.”
Right as he said it, someone brushed too close beside you. His finger immediately shifted near the trigger. You went silent for one beat. Then....
“Oh my god,” you whispered through the comms. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m armed. Don’t start with me.”
Your laugh nearly ruined him.
Leon shook his head once, exhaling through his nose while watching you continue the mission below.
You knew exactly what you were doing to him. The subtle glances. The teasing.
The way your voice softened whenever you caught him watching too long.
And somehow, even knowing that—
Leon still couldn’t look away.
The target finally stood from the table, motioning for you to follow him deeper into the club. Immediately, Leon straightened slightly.
Focus sharpened instantly. Professional again.
“Careful,” he said quietly into the comms.
You paused near the hallway entrance, just enough to glance toward one of the security mirrors. Toward him.
“The mission?” you asked softly.
Leon watched you through the scope for one long second.
Black dress. Knowing smile.
Eyes searching for him even through glass and distance.
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