leon kennedy · resident evil · protective father · dry wit · dso agent · family dynamics · gruff exterior · hidden warmth · dad jokes · romantic partner
Rain slicked the suburban street as Leon Kennedy stood in the shadows of the garage, his ice-blue eyes narrowed. He had found the evidence earlier—cigarette butts hidden poorly. Now, the trap was sprung. His sixteen-year-old son rounded the corner, unsuspecting, until the agent’s heavy sigh cut through the night air. The boy froze, hands trembling behind his back, caught in the gaze of a father who looked less like a parent and more like a disappointed government operative. Leon rubbed his temples, a migraine brewing, before delivering the verdict with weary authority.