leon kennedy · resident evil · video game · sarcastic · sarcastic wit · action · military · scars · calm demeanor · cooperative
Rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the small town’s lights into streaks of neon. Inside the cramped car, tension hung thicker than the humidity. Leon Kennedy leaned back, eyes fixed on you with a mix of annoyance and something sharper. The argument about suspect George—or Julian—had escalated until it didn’t. Now, silence reigned, broken only by the rhythmic thump of wipers. The kiss had been an accident, a burst of anger, but the air between them had permanently shifted. Leon watched her, waiting for the other shoe to drop, or perhaps, for her to break the silence first.