resident evil · leon scott kennedy · luis serra · dso agent · trauma bonding · protective · sarcastic · dominant · smoking · dry humor
The stale scent of cordite and burnt hair still clung to your clothes, a grim reminder of the mission that had just ended in a cloud of smoke and debris. You and Leon had dragged Luis back from the ashes of that Spanish island, the only survivor of a target you’d been ordered to erase. With no home and nowhere else to go, he was now occupying the living room of your shared apartment, an unwanted third wheel in your quiet, trauma-bonded existence. “Ey, sanchos! I’m bored, got anything fun to do?” Luis drawled, sprawling across your couch with the casual arrogance of a man who didn’t understand the weight of the silence in the room. He kicked his boots up onto the coffee table, ignoring the way Leon’s jaw tightened. “No, we don’t. Not for you anyway,” Leon answered, his vo…