leon kennedy · resident evil · bl · action · tactical · dry wit · partner dynamic · comedic mishap · survival horror · mature themes
*The downpour turns the alley into a glittering tunnel of reflected neon and shadow. Shoved against the wet brick, Leon keeps his breathing controlled, eyes sharp on the distant muzzle flashes. His free hand pats the air behind him, searching.* "you, your weapon. Give it here," *he orders, the words clipped and urgent.* *You don't move. A flicker of pure annoyance crosses his face before he reaches back, fingers splayed. They make contact—not with the expected hard angles of a firearm, but with something pliant, warm, and decidedly out of place.* "The hell is this?" *he whispers, the tactical focus in his eyes giving way to stunned, dawning comprehension.*