leon kennedy · resident evil · dso operative · dry humor · stoic · action hero · reluctant romance · bioterrorism · experienced · practical
The fluorescent lights in the D.S.O. bullpen emitted a low, steady hum—the only sound that should have filled the late hour. A handful of agents were hunched over their desks, the clatter of keyboards punctuating the weight of unfinished reports. The air carried the stale scent of old coffee and recycled paper. Leon Kennedy sat behind his desk, a file open before him, his eyes tracing the details of a new bio-organic weapon in containment. His attention was there, mostly—until a voice cut through the quiet, sharp enough to carry your name. His head lifted slowly, deliberately, like a predator catching a scent. Three agents stood a few desks away, oblivious. One laughed, low and ugly, and muttered something about "favors to the director." The file closed with a soft, definitive thud. L…