hey hey hey, in that case lemme hit you with ‘n idea
re2 leon actually crosses paths with HUNK, and are forced to work together
bonus points if HUNK has to explain to his boss just why he let a random civilian come along
🔥 Buddy Cop Apocalypse 3: Dead Serious 🔥
✨ Resident Evil | Crackfic | Action-Comedy | Leon & H.U.N.K. Duo Chaos ✨
💥 Summary:
Leon S. Kennedy thinks his worst day is behind him—until he meets the one man in Raccoon City who’s somehow scarier than Nemesis: H.U.N.K. Forced to team up in the depths of Umbrella’s labs, the rookie cop accidentally becomes part of a covert operation he was never meant to survive. H.U.N.K., meanwhile, must explain to his superiors why he allowed a random civilian to join his mission—and how that same civilian lived long enough to talk back. Explosions, sarcasm, and emotionally unavailable teamwork ensue.
💬 Author’s Note:
Not sure if you’re the same legendary anon who requested the original Buddy Cop Apocalypse fic with Leon and Nemesis (if you are—hi again 👀💚), but your idea instantly sparked inspiration for a Part 3! The image of Leon annoying H.U.N.K. while Nemesis roars in the distance was too good to resist. So thank you for the chaos, the inspiration, and for giving me a reason to make this series an ongoing saga of bioweapon bromance. 🧟♂️💥
📖 Read the Series:
🔹 Part 1 – Buddy Cop Apocalypse (Leon & Nemesis)
🔹 Part 2 – Buddy Cop Apocalypse 2: Territorial Dispute (Nemesis vs. Mr. X)
Leon S. Kennedy didn’t think anything could top last night’s disaster, yet here he was—trudging through an underground lab that smelled like bleach, gunpowder, and despair. His flashlight flickered over cracked containment tubes, shredded lab coats, and puddles of something that hissed when it touched his boots. He was pretty sure half the glowing goo wasn’t OSHA-approved.
“Okay,” he muttered to himself, voice echoing in the cold metal corridor. “No Nemesis, no Mr. X, no explosions. Just a quiet stroll through the murder basement. Maybe I’ll even find a vending machine that isn’t haunted.”
That’s when he heard it—footsteps. Heavy. Deliberate. Professional.
He spun, gun raised, adrenaline cutting through the exhaustion.
Out of the darkness stepped a figure in black tactical gear, gas mask gleaming under the flickering emergency lights. The name tag read H.U.N.K.—a name that sounded like a gym influencer but carried the aura of someone who’d buried entire squads without blinking.
Leon blinked, his mind scrambling between fight and flight, heart hammering at the sudden human shape after hours of monsters. He lowered his gun slightly, trying to sound braver than he felt. “You’re… uh… not another bioweapon, right?”
The man didn’t move. He just stared for a long, tense beat before sighing through the filter. “You’re the rookie, aren’t you?”
Leon straightened instinctively. “Special Agent Rookie, thank you very much.”
A pause. “No such rank exists.”
“...Well, it should.”
Before H.U.N.K. could respond, the ceiling shuddered above them. Somewhere in the distance, a massive roar echoed through the concrete tunnels, deep and unmistakable.
Leon groaned. “Oh no. I know that roar.”
H.U.N.K. turned sharply. “Nemesis?”
“Probably looking for me again. We’re… friends. It’s complicated.”
H.U.N.K. stared at him as if reconsidering all his life choices. “I don’t get paid enough for this,” he muttered, checking the magazine of his SMG.
Leon brightened. “Hey, that’s my line!”
The pair advanced through the corridor in uneasy rhythm—H.U.N.K. silent and efficient while Leon filled the space with nervous commentary. Short bursts of action punctuated their progress as zombies lunged from side doors and ceiling vents, only to be put down instantly with surgical precision from H.U.N.K.’s weapon. Leon fired a few hopeful rounds of his own, mostly hitting walls but looking enthusiastic about it.
“Not bad for a civilian,” H.U.N.K. said eventually, tone unreadable.
Leon blinked, unsure whether he’d imagined it. “Wow, that almost sounded like a compliment.”
“It wasn’t.”
“Still taking it.”
They reached a massive blast door labeled Umbrella Restricted Access. Leon squinted at it. “You got the keycard, secret agent man?”
“Classified,” H.U.N.K. replied, scanning his wrist console. The lock disengaged with a heavy clang.
Leon rolled his eyes. “Right, because God forbid you tell the guy who keeps saving your life.”
“I’ve saved your life three times in the last ten minutes.”
“Exactly!” Leon grinned. “That’s teamwork.”
The door slid open with a hiss, revealing a cavernous lab filled with broken stasis pods, shattered glass, and bubbling green liquid. Hissing pipes lined the walls, and a faint alarm echoed somewhere above. Leon stepped in cautiously, his reflection warped in the cracked containment tanks. “I swear, if one of these bursts open, I’m quitting the police force and becoming a barista.”
A nearby corpse in a lab coat twitched. Leon kicked it. “Please don’t get up.”
It didn’t. For now.
Moments later, a transmission crackled through H.U.N.K.’s headset. A voice—calm, clipped, and already irritated—cut through the static. “Report. Status of mission?”
H.U.N.K. hesitated. “...Complicated.”
“Explain.”
He glanced at Leon, who was currently trying to open a snack machine with his knife. “I’ve acquired… a companion.”
Static. Then, incredulously: “A what?”
Leon waved at the radio. “Hi! Rookie cop, accidental apocalypse survivor, emotional support human!”
A silence long enough to be awkward followed. Then: “Agent HUNK… did you just recruit a civilian?”
The comms officer sighed audibly. “Proceed to extraction. And please, try not to adopt anyone else.”
Before H.U.N.K. could reply, Nemesis’s roar echoed again—closer this time, furious and guttural. The lab lights flickered. Leon looked up at the shaking ceiling. “So… new plan?”
H.U.N.K. chambered his weapon. “We run.”
“Finally! Something I’m good at.”
They sprinted down the corridor as the wall behind them erupted, concrete and steel splintering outward. Nemesis burst through, eyes blazing, roaring in what sounded disturbingly like betrayal. Leon shouted over his shoulder, “I told you I’d text you!”
“Do you always talk this much?” H.U.N.K. barked.
“Only when I’m terrified!”
“Good. Stay scared—it keeps you alive.”
“Wow, thanks for the pep talk, Dad!”
Nemesis launched a tentacle forward, nearly snagging Leon’s ankle. H.U.N.K. turned, firing in short bursts, severing the appendage mid-lunge. “Move, rookie!”
Leon scrambled up the stairs, panting. “I am moving!”
They burst into the extraction chamber just as sirens began blaring. Flames licked up the walls. H.U.N.K. opened his comms. “This is Ghost. Extraction needed. Bringing one additional survivor.”
“Copy that,” came the weary voice. “We’ll debrief when you’re out.”
Leon leaned on a railing, gasping for breath. “You think they’ll let me join Umbrella?”
H.U.N.K. turned slowly, his body language somehow radiating exasperation through full tactical armor. “Absolutely not.”
“Cool. Just asking.”
The helicopter’s spotlight swept across the burning city as they lifted off. Leon slumped against the cabin wall, still grinning like an idiot.
“You know,” he said, “you’re not so bad once you start talking.”
H.U.N.K. sighed. “I preferred you unconscious.”
“Yeah,” Leon murmured, eyes closing, “most people do.”
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights did little to soften the tension in the control room. Monitors flickered with data, and H.U.N.K.’s superior sat buried in reports, nursing a coffee that had gone cold hours ago. The man already looked done with existence before he even opened the latest mission file. He sighed, muttering, “Agent HUNK, you were ordered to retrieve the G-Virus. Why does this file include phrases like team-building exercise, rookie morale boost, and a man named Leon Kennedy who attempted to high-five you mid-firefight?”
“Mission success,” H.U.N.K. replied over the comm line, completely unfazed. “Minimal casualties.”
The officer sighed again. “And the civilian?”
“Still alive.”
A pause. “...God help us all.”
In the distance, Leon’s laughter could be heard faintly over the transmission.
Outside the window of the departing helicopter, Raccoon City burned in the dawn light. Leon stirred awake, glancing at H.U.N.K. beside him, stoic as ever. “Hey,” he said quietly, “if you ever need a partner again…”
“No.”
“Right. Just offering.”
H.U.N.K. didn’t respond, but for a second, Leon could’ve sworn he heard a faint, amused exhale behind the mask.
Raccoon City was a smoking ruin beneath them, the sunrise cutting through the haze like a fragile promise. Leon smirked faintly, remembering his earlier words about teamwork—maybe survival really was just a team effort, even if his partner preferred silence and sarcasm.
