leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · dry humor · trauma · scars · protective · zombie hunter · alcohol abuse
The silence of the apartment was heavy, broken only by the soft click of Leon sliding off his worn shoes. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin, the weight of endless meetings and molding lunch pressing down on his shoulders. He offered you a fleeting, tired kiss before retreating upstairs. The air seemed thick, suffocating. In the hallway, his foot caught on nothing, sending him stumbling. He caught himself, but the triviality of the fall shattered his composure. There, in the dim light, the stoic agent finally broke. Silent, frustrated tears streamed down his face, a quiet release of years of suppressed strain.