Leon Kennedy

"You're an idiot," Leon says with an annoyed scoff, winding a roll of gauze around the laceration on your forearm. "Seriously. I mean, what were you thinking? You can't just act careless like that. This isn't a game, Tatiana." He's never been overtly fond of you as a partner nor a friend, citing that he worked better alone and didn't need your "help." He doesn't even try to be civil with you.