Spit Bullets

ㅤbiographyㅤ At age 6, Leon knew he wanted to be a cop. Specifically, it was the night his parents were killed, they’d been shot execution style in their one-bedroom apartment by a drug dealer who was sick of his mom’s IOUs.His dad was collateral damage. Leon watched it all transpire from where he hid under the bed. Later, Leon sat on the steps outside the dilapidated building where he’d been rescued from his fourth-floor walk-up by a rookie police officer. He was given a candy bar and wrapped in a blanket and given more kind words that night that he’d ever heard before. That changed everything. His parents had always been shitheads, his dad was an angry drunk, he never struck anyone but he yanked them around, pushed them into furniture or walls but never balled up his fist. His mother was strung out on various IV drugs nearly every day. They managed to stop fighting long enough to have another baby when Leon was 4, a girl. She was taken away by CPS before they could even bring her home from the hospital. Leon never saw her again. Some nights he’d lie away on his bare mattress, having not had enough to eat, wondering why they didn’t take him away too. He’s not sure if he loved his parents or not; he tried to make them proud, yearned for attention, wanted them to love him, but once they were gone he rarely thought of them.

But nearly every damn day his mind travelled to that cop. He’d been young, very green in hindsight. He went pale when he walked into the crime scene but still noticed Leon, scooped him up and got him out. The safety he felt around that officer made up for all the neglect and abuse. It filled him with so much hope and gave him something to aspire to. Aspirations were a brand-new concept as well. His childhood was split between foster care and an elderly aunt in poor health who couldn’t always provide the best care because of her health limitations. It was good enough for Leon, he always had enough to eat, went to the doctor when he was sick, and got to play soccer and street hockey after school with friends. He was a bit on the quiet side but still friendly and sociable. Looking back now he was probably a bit anxious and rigid. He excelled in some subjects but struggled in others, like a lot of kids. He wasn’t the smartest kid in class but definitely worked the hardest and his grades reflected that as he was generally an ‘A’ and ‘B’ student.

After graduation, Leon immediately signed up to join the police academy, forsaking damn near everything in pursuit of it, parties, girls, drinking, nothing mattered as much as target practice or studying. It came as no one’s surprise that Leon passed with flying colors. What did come as a surprise was where he wanted to work. Some medium-sized city in the Midwest, not for the NYPD like every other cadet in their North Jersey town wanted. Leon had only traveled there once with a foster family for their family reunion but it interested him, he loved it and like the cop, it left a lasting impression on him. Little did he know a decade later he’d barely escape the city with his life.The Raccoon City Destruction Incident. There’s a definitive list of topics Leon doesn’t talk about. His night in Raccoon City is one of them. He’s seen the same, if not worse, countless times now and he doesn’t like discussing them either but he refuses to speak a word about Raccoon City, not even with the other survivors. Still, his mind wanders back there often. It wanders lots of places now. Incidents all over the globe that he doesn’t talk about no matter how often his employers try to strong-arm him into therapy. Why address his trauma when drowning his sorrows with a bottle of whiskey is an option?

ㅤbiographyㅤ The older brother of Claire Redfield, Chris was born to loving, working-class parents. His dad was an army veteran and worked as a machinist while his mother was a teaching assistant. They were latchkey kids but they were still cared for and happy. Tragically when Chris was 15 and Claire was just 10, their parents died in a car crash. With no other family to speak of or able to care for them, the two were placed in foster care. They were lucky and placed together and had fairly stable placements. Chris was always a good student but Claire was the real scholar out of the two of them, he was extremely protective of her and knew he wanted to do everything in his power to give her a good future.So like many had done before, Chris enlisted in the Air Force at 18 after he graduated high school. A diligent worker and quick learner, Chris excelled at military life though he had an unfortunate habit of pissing off his superiors. All his life Chris had a rigid sense of right and wrong, his black-and-white thinking and willingness to call out senior officers lead him to get reprimanded on a fairly regular basis. When his time of service was up, he left the Air Force, having done what he intended, to help put Claire through her first year of college.

Employment wasn’t hard to find after the service either. Chris was recruited by S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team at the suggestion of an old air force buddy, Barry Burton. He was able to support himself and Claire and was great at the job, enjoying the structure, purpose, and excitement. Well, until the Arklay Mountains and a certain mansion. Wesker was way worse than they ever even guessed.After the Raccoon City incident, Chris, like some other surviving S.T.A.R.S. members went off the grid temporarily for his own safety. Hiding was never something Chris could live with so not long after the dust settled, he began operating under the newly minted BSAA, quickly moving into the special ops division, and climbing steadily to the rank of Captain. The work was punishing, sometimes more mentally than even physically. Losing men, losing whole teams, and sometimes with so little payoff. Not that he ever really let himself stop and process anything, not until Edonia. A traumatic brain injury and amnesia sidelined him and he once again went underground, radio silent to friends, family, and the organization he’d dedicated ten years to. Just as losing his men sent him spiraling, Piers and the new Alpha team brought him back into the fray.

After the near catastrophe that was the C-Virus, Chris took a step back to look into how everything that happened, happened. It took some digging but he began to find signs that even the BSAA wasn’t as clean as one might think. So, after many years, Chris stepped down as Captain of the BSAA Alpha Team but remained affiliated with the organization. At this point, he was approached by Blue Umbrella and offered a position as a lead on their team. Not long after the Dulvey incident broke and Chris was introduced to new horrors and, through later interrogation of Mia Winters, a deeper understanding of The Connections. It also exposed the BSAA’s interest in Eveline which seemed to be for nefarious purposes and not threat containment. None of it sat well with Chris so he took up a side mission, protecting the Winters family and investigating the mold that had turned their lives upside down.That’s when Chris founded the Hound Wolf Squad. He assembled the best soldiers he’d known from the BSAA, Blue Umbrella, and even his Air Force days. Officially he never cut ties with the BSAA, it was easier to monitor and dig through their records while still consulting for them. It was fairly stable, although tense for a few years before the Village Incident in Romania. In the aftermath of the chaos, he and his team discovered the BSAA was using B.O.W.s as operators to fight in conflicts. That was the last straw and Chris, the Squad, and the Winterses in tow were knocking on the BSAA’s doorsteps with proof only hours later.

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ㅤbiographyㅤ Born to an American mother and an Argentine father in Buenos Aires, Carlos came from a relatively well-off family. He has two younger sisters Celestia and Carmen. His mother is Argentinian but grew up in the U.S. On a trip back to visit family in Argentina Carlos’ parents met and quickly fell in love and his mother chose to stay in the country. Because of this, Carlos has dual citizenship and he spent time in both countries growing up and his family could afford to travel. He was a bright, but somewhat lackadaisical student but still went on to attend college in Argentina where after a semester he got swept up into communist sympathizer groups in the country as it was going through a turbulent economic and political state. Not long after he was recruited by militant groups combating the military juntas in the country. Carlos quickly learned he made an excellent soldier and a natural with weapons. He was an exceptionally skilled shot and comfortable with heavy munitions and quickly gained a reputation amongst both his fellow guerillas as well as the men he fought.

With a change in power in the government and some age and wisdom, Carlos returned to a strictly Civilian life but only briefly. After only a couple of years, he was approached by the UBCS, the pay was substantial and Carlos felt a purpose in serving a cause so he took the opportunity and relocated to America. It was relatively uneventful, until Raccoon City. He and Jill Valentine escaped by the skin of their teeth and stuck together for a few months after. They weren’t dating, not really, but they worked on getting their lives back together. Jill regrouped and went off to save the world and after the experience, Carlos wanted to return home and hope to never think about Umbrella or bioweapons ever again.

Of course, that wasn’t the case. He was unable to cut ties with Jill, he was just too attached to her. His entire intention was to bury his head in the sand for the rest of his life but with Jill’s influence, he found himself taking up yet another cause. This time he joined Argentia’s Ministry of Defense, the country’s intelligence agency, and with his knowledge of Umbrella and Raccoon City he was an asset in protecting the country from bioterror attacks.When it comes to bioterror, the community fighting it is relatively small and Carlos found himself interacting with Jill in a work capacity as well as a personal one. Through her, he was introduced to Clair Redfield and her work at TerraSave. Once again, a cause spoke to Carlos. He knew his work with DNIEM was important but he saw the necessity of TerraSave’s work. Unofficially he began helping Claire with personal projects which also helped him stay in the know for DNIEM.

ㅤbiographyㅤ Valdelobos. Valley of Wolves. Sounds pretty ominous in hindsight but growing up there at the time, it seemed so normal. Isolated and stuck in time as it was, a young Luis knew no other life. Raised by his grandfather (or abuelo), they led a simple life, but Luis was happy.
Unfortunately, when Luis was 17, his grandfather was attacked by a wolf while hunting. He was left physically disabled and mentally unstable. Rumors started swirling that his “madness” was contagious despite the fact that Luis, being the closest person to his abuelo, remained wholly unaffected. So one night, while Luis was away, a group led by Bitores Méndez set fire to the small home Luis and his grandfather shared. By the time Luis arrived back a crowd had gathered to watch his home burn. His grandfather was already lost and the cabin was consumed in flames. Luis stood and watched, silent and unflinching until the last embers burned themselves out. That morning, Luis left Valdelobos with just the clothes on his back, vowing never to return.

When he reached the nearest town, he was surprised not only by their modernity but by the fact they had heard of Valdelobos. Of course, they viewed the residents there to be part of a Catholic sect. The local priest took him in temporarily until what was essentially a cult deprogramming network came to collect him. They were kind though, quickly picking up on his high IQ and helping him get his GED, which he did easily within a month or two. After that, they helped him enroll in a university in Barcelona, set him up with a small apartment and part-time job, and continued to check in with him and helped provide him with clothes and groceries from time to time while he remained in school.After graduation and residency, Luis was offered an interesting job opportunity, working as a researcher for Umbrella Europe’s Sixth Laboratory. He helped develop several drugs that would never reach the market as Luis left the company after discovering what was the early research in creating Nemesis. He felt like bureaucracy was taking precedence over the creation of what could be life-saving drugs.

Around the same time the Racoon Trials were in the news and everyone who was ever associated with Umbrella’s R&D knew their asses were on the line. Scared and disillusioned, Luis returned to Valdelobos only to find it in turmoil as Los Illuminados rose to power. People that Luis grew up trusting like Méndez might have given him a warm welcome home and fascinating new work but soon enough, Luis realized their true intention with his Plagas research. In desperation, he tried to reach outside the community for help but the only ones listening were The Organization. The only help he was offered was Ada Wong, and that was strictly on the condition he offered up a sample of the parasite he had been so enamored of but now only meant death.The rest goes as is now on record with the U.S. government as a part of DSO Agent Kennedy’s debriefing. Luis fled but was infected, he managed to remove the parasite but was caught again trying to rendezvous with Wong, but was bound and gagged and left to be interrogated in a house in town. That’s when he met Agent Kennedy and the events are now a DSO spook story. The little bitty part that was left out of the retelling was the part where Luis made it out. The part where he was wounded but not fatally, where he and Leon parted ways but only because Luis was too weak to continue fighting. No one but the two of them knew they divvied up handgun ammo and green herbs, exchanged a few parting words and Luis limped back to make his way back through the village in hopes of finally making that escape. The DSO had no idea, and neither did The Organization, not even Wong. Leon had gone so far as to tell Ashley he was dead. Because apparently, Leon did believe in second chances, and that people could change. So that’s where Luis is today, living on a second chance and truly changed.

ㅤbiographyㅤ It’s grim up North, or so the song goes. It was a fitting synopsis of Simon’s life growing up in Manchester, England. It was a rough city and the Riley family lived in one of its roughest areas. His father was a callous drunk with a habit of gambling away the rent money he made at his job as a factory worker. His mom often self-medicated and moonlighted as a sex worker when finances were tough. And it was rare finances weren’t tough. She never hurt him or his younger brother but she also never protected them either, though she got beaten regularly herself.School was Simon’s safe place, he was quiet and only had a few friends but his teachers were nurturing in ways his parents never were. He was intelligent and earned high marks all through school. If anything he was almost a bit nerdy and stayed after school for any program or club that would have him. Anything to not have to go home. This included everything from choir and school plays to rugby games and the science fair. He did well in everything he applied himself to and he received praise at school and even from his mom sometimes when she was lucid. All Simon’s dad did was smack him and call him a pansy for dedicating any amount of time to theatre or choir. One particularly bad night his dad whipped him relentlessly with a belt, using the buckle to tear and bruise Simon’s back for asking his mother for piano lessons.

At some point, Simon just gave up trying. He tried to toe the line but still got punched until he hit his growth spurt around 15 and could fight back. He was a strong kid too and after throwing his dad down a flight of stairs one Easter morning after a screaming match between his parents, the old man never tried to lay a hand on him or anyone else in their home again. It was an unspoken thing but the whole family knew Simon could and would kill his father if provoked. He’d gladly do time to watch the life drain out of the bastard’s eyes.Despite scoring well on placement tests, Simon never went off to university. He simply lacked confidence and was too preoccupied with the past and old hurts to focus on his future. Instead, he got a job in town at a butcher shop. He had the strength and the stomach for it, kept his head down, and worked hard. His boss often told people Simon was the best employee he’d ever had. It was at this job, on a little antennaed TV in the corner of the shop, his boss always casually had the news going. Old man liked to stay up to date and it didn’t bother Simon in the least. Unfortunately, he saw something on that tiny, pixelated screen that would change the course of his life forever, the 7/7 bombings on the London Underground happened a morning he was at work. The horrors played out on that TV screen for weeks. Simon was just a few months shy of 17 and was so sickened by the events that within a month he quit his job, said goodbye to his brother, and joined the army.

It wasn’t long before he was being recruited to train for SAS. Despite being an absolute unit of a man, Simon was stealthy, a patient sniper, and excellent at ambushing marks and then disappearing as soon as he’d appeared. The nickname Ghost was soon to follow. The mask didn’t appear until after he was captured and tortured by a cartel. He never broke and was rescued before they could behead him as planned. Initially, he allowed himself to be treated but never returned to medical for follow-ups. He took the stitches and staples out himself, he treated the burns on his own. He returned for active duty three days early and with a hand-painted Balaklava already on his face, not even his team saw him without it from that day forward and for a long time, no one dared ask.

ㅤbiographyㅤ Working class, rural, that’s where the Keller family had its roots. His parents worked hard and made enough money to keep Alex, his brother, and two sisters fed and clothed. They had the essentials but not a whole lot extra, not that they minded much at the time. It was pure, wholesome Americana life. Dad worked on farms trimming the hooves of cattle, and mom had a job cashiering at a convenience store part-time but devoted a lot of time and energy to raising the kids.Alex considered his childhood to have been a happy one but there was one issue. Around the age of 12, he realized he was gay. His family was religious, going to church every Sunday, with Alex and his siblings attending Sunday school whether they liked it or not. Alex wasn’t against it until he came to his queer epiphany. All his life he was strongly hinted (if not said explicitly)that homosexuality was wrong, it was a sin, and you’d go to hell for it. It came at him from all angles, parents, teachers, church leaders, and the conservative media his parents consumed and aligned themselves with. Hell, even his friends and classmates bullied anyone they deemed a “sissy”, or worse.

At 14 he confided in the youth pastor at his church that he had feelings for a boy, the son of their nearest neighbor whom he rode bikes with. To this day he still didn’t know why he thought confessing was a good idea. Not only was he chastised for admitting it, but the youth pastor then turned around and told his parents. His dad yelled, his mom cried, and his siblings started avoiding him. It was maybe the worst moment of his life. They sent him to a ‘Pray the Gay Away’ type retreat over Thanksgiving break at school that year.There was no outright abuse, he got lucky there, it was more trying to intimidate them into being the God-fearing heterosexuals they were told they were made to be. After that, Alex never spoke a word of his sexuality one way or another. It felt wrong to hide it, he instinctively knew that but the pure fear of being found out kept him silent.So he played football, he joined the army in hopes of it paying his way through college. Alex was incredibly bright but skipped school a lot to smoke and drink with friends in the woods. Pot and beer made the living in denial thing easier. His SAT scores were glowing but his GPA was not and he wasn’t a good enough football player to get a scholarship. His parents couldn’t help him financially so like many young men and women before him, Alex took the Army’s bait.He never did wind up going to college.

Once in the army he excelled, he had routine, guidance, things to keep both his mind and body working. From sports Alex was a very physical guy, strong and surprisingly agile for his size. Target practice in the field behind his family’s home shooting cans and bottles with guns gave him an edge over a lot of recruits. He was experienced and naturally skilled with weapons. He quickly became a model soldier and advanced from there, branching out to other endeavors and the CIA. He found maybe his first real ally in Kate Laswell. After a few too many drinks together one night, he confessed he was gay, she was the only person he’d ever trusted this much. Plus he wasn’t technically army anymore, free of the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell rhetoric. Even with the haze of alcohol he vividly remembers her taking his hand in her always firm grip and giving it a little squeeze.“So are my wife and I.”At that point, something clicked with Alex, that he didn’t have to burden himself with that secret anymore. The only people who knew besides Laswell were his Grindr hookups. He was too nomadic to settle down. No strings attached lest he hang himself from them. It was too risky, even for him. At work, he stayed straight and narrow Echo 3-1. Until he met Farah. She changed everything. Alex had never felt so in sync with another person before. He’d never loved this deep. Yes, it was love but not the love people expect between a man and a woman. After a year or so living in Urzikstan, he was sure Farah was his soulmate, but a platonic one. Could he love a man? Probably, if the right one came along, but he doubted if he could love another person as much as Farah, and that was okay.

ㅤbiographyㅤ After struggling with infertility for years, John’s parents were overwhelmed with joy when he was born. He was spoiled and coddled by his mother and her family especially. While his parents tried for another child, hoping to give John a sibling, it just never happened. His mother was Italian, his grandparents moved to Scotland from Sicily when his mother was still young. It was everything you expected, John learned near-fluent Italian, there was good food, emphatic hand gestures, and a tightly-knit family unit. Meanwhile, his father was pure Scots, through and through, his grandfather from the Highlands still remembered how to speak Scots Gaelic. It was a happy childhood, his parents ran a pub that’d been in the family for generations now. They were comfortably middle class and life was good. The only real thing John struggled with growing up was his undiagnosed ADHD. He had trouble sitting still, clicking pens, or chewing on pencils when he really needed to focus. Stimming helped but being physically active was way better.From an early age, he was a football fanatic, it was a big thing with his dad and he’d play in the football fields around Glasgow with family and friends. His favorite position was goalkeeper but he would play any position, just so long as he was in on the action, excited, and heart pumping as he ran and shot the ball. In fact, it was while playing with an older cousin that he was invited to join in playing for the unofficial league his cousin had with his army buddies. John was tall and muscular for his age and could keep up with those army brutes. This was how he started visiting his cousin on weekends, getting a taste of army life and immediately fell in love.

Since he was a kid John knew he wasn’t meant for a 9-5 job, he wasn’t sharp enough or patient enough for law or medical school. He had no idea what he wanted to be but he knew it wasn’t some swish yuppie job. The army just felt right. So he marched right home and told his parents, to which they said, over their dead bodies, it was the first time there had been true tension between him and his parents. They wanted him safe and sound at home and John already had SAS in his sights. So could you really blame him when he tried to enlist at age sixteen with a fake ID? Twice.Eventually, things cooled down at home and his parents begrudgingly came around to support him, especially when they saw how happy was, how he was at last, truly succeeding at something. Motivated, paying attention, and dedicated everything to that greater good he was so interested in. Not long after being selected by the SAS he was sent for further training in Hereford where he met Captain John Price. Almost immediately Price seemed to single him out, laying into him harder than any other recruit. At first, Johnny thought Price hated him but still strove to perform, to appease Price in some way. It was only towards the end of training Price didn’t hate him, that he was laying on the gas to light a fire under his ass to see if Johnny could take it, to rise to the occasion, and he did. His skill at wiping clear a room earned him the nickname “Soap”, that’s what he tells people anyway. The real reason was the time he successfully made a bomb with a sheep carcass, a soap-making kit, and parts he scavenged from around base. It earned him a reprimand for commanding officer but he didn’t miss the way Price failed to conceal how amused he was by the whole endeavour.Things went as smoothly as things went in the special ops world until that day in the Chunnel is Makarov. He should be dead. Everyone, Price included assumed he was dead until Gaz in his desperation for it to not be true, took off his gloves and properly felt for a pulse. It was there. Weak and sluggish but it was there. From there it was a flurry of stemming the bleeding and transporting him to a hospital as fast as humanly possible. He was hit just above his left ear but somehow the bullet didn’t damage any structures critical for basic survival though he was unable to be woken. A few surgeries and a ten day coma later, he was half lucid with no memory of the incident. Hell, he didn’t even remember working with Graves again and denied he would ever do such a thing up and down.

141 made time to visit all together about twice, waiting for a slow day on the wing when John had no other visitors. His parent had been with him the first few weeks but John was at a trauma center in London and his parents had to return home to Glasgow for stints to run the pub and attend to their normal troubles and responsibilities. They would plan visits and stay a day or two when they could but honestly, it sometimes felt better not to have them there fretting.One day Price came alone and Soap knew that wasn’t a good sign. Price tried to casually bring up the talks about giving him an honorable discharge. Soap nearly blacked out he was so angry. Makarov had caused him nerve damage, hearing loss, a stammer, and the temporary inability to walk without a cane but he wasn’t going to take his life’s work. No, fuck that. Johnny was going to be SAS until someone killed him properly. Price had left quietly, leaving Soap to meltdown in his hospital bed until a few nurses came in to drug him with something that knocked him out in less than a minute.Years, fucking years went by before Soap could pass testing to be let back out in the field. He still had occasional mood swings and verbal outbursts but Ghost wasn’t wrestling him to the ground anymore because Soap tried to bite someone. He got along well with people like his little found family but had trouble socializing where whereas he’d been rather charming and easygoing prior. He didn’t like strangers, he had headaches regularly and sometimes got tripped up on words and couldn’t get them out but Price knew how to handle him. The team knew how to support him and finally, it was back to business as usual.

ㅤbiographyㅤ Before he was ‘the King’, he was Valentin. A typical boy growing up in Austria in the late 90s and early aughts. One thing that stood out about him immediately was that he was born with a cleft palate. It took time and two surgeries to correct and he was left with a scar through his lip. It was noticeable enough that he got teased for it and became painfully shy at a young age, not wanting to show his face or spend time at parks or playgrounds like normal boys unless his older sisters were there to protect him. (Hannah had punched more than one bully in the face for bothering Val.) Around 13 he went from a skinny, shy, slightly, nerdy kid to nearly 6 feet tall. Suddenly people weren’t teasing him but found his gentle giant status unique and interesting. He got into sports, and in secondary school developed a love for the weight room and lifting. He kept growing and by seventeen he was huge, tall, broad, and strong. He felt very comfortable being physical and wanted to be the strongest, toughest, and most athletic which led him to enlist when he was 17.From the beginning, König set records. It turns out he had to nearly promise his firstborn to the Austrian Army to get them to overlook height and weight limits. They wouldn’t budge about the sniper requirements, deciding he was just too large to properly stealthy. Besides why waste his size when he made the perfect battering ram? He was fast-tracked through the Jagdkommando program, Austria’s elite special forces. At first, he struggled but when a commanding officer made a comment that accepting him was a mistake, König dug deep and pushed through it. He found the environment of constant physicality and discipline was where he thrived and he made the effort to show up every day, body and mind, determined to crush every objective. His training scores for special operations were at the absolute pinnacle, that and his size soon had his fellow soldiers calling him “König”.

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