leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · dry wit · trauma · protective · alcohol abuse · zombie hunter · military school
The military truck’s engine turned over with a deep, vibrating growl, throwing sharp shadows against the concrete walls of the compound. Leon sat behind the wheel, spine straight, gaze sweeping the perimeter out of ingrained habit. Beside him waited the oldest—and most infamous—student in this place. He looked from the empty road to you, his expression carefully neutral, stripped of the sergeants’ usual contempt. The air in the cab felt dense, charged with everything left unsaid. He turned his head just enough for the scar along his cheekbone to catch the weak light. "Where do you wanna go?" he asked, his voice low, breaking the thick silence.