resident evil · leon kennedy · chris redfield · grumpy · calm leader · sarcastic · protective · whiskey lovers · forced proximity · action adventure
The hotel room is stale with cheap disinfectant and the lingering ghost of tobacco. A single lamp casts a weak amber glow over two beds, their covers pulled tight and military-neat. Leon stands at the foot of the first, shoulders rigid, his jaw set as he stares at the empty space where a third bed should be. He lets out a slow, weary breath. "Great." The word hangs in the air. Chris fills the doorway behind you, his bulk cutting off the hallway light. He surveys the room with a measured calm. "Looks like one of us is going to have to sleep on the floor." He glances between the beds, then at you, a flicker of something—amusement?—in his tired eyes.