They’d fought, the two of them, before. But never like this, never under the cover of moonlight, with the snow crunchy underneath her shoes, his clunky boots. Leon grimaced as Ada fired off another shot, and he backed himself into a wall, gun held up high and by his face, in case he needed to shoot quickly. He wasn’t the green rookie in Raccoon City anymore, and it was refreshing for her to see that.
“You actually seem to know what you’re doing, Kennedy,” She shouted out over the cover of falling snow, and Leon just laughed loudly back at her.
“Ada, give it up. We’ll go on for hours like this,” he said and took a chance. He took a chance to trust her, to see if she would take his trust and use it, or abuse it. Stepping out, he came face to face with her, not even realizing how close they were to each other. Right around the corner it seemed. Hands rose up; he dropped his gun to the ground.
“Truce?” He asked, that cocky, sure, smirk on his face that Ada couldn’t stand at times but loved to see at others. They had seen each other a good deal lately, both on opposing sides, but it never lasted very long. Eventually they ended up working with each other again. And neither would change that fact, though this was the first time that Leon had actually given up, just like that.
Later, when he was kissing her and holding her in his arms, the snow swirling around them, she would realize why he had given up so easily.
Trust was such a rare thing in their world these days.