leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · sarcastic humor · trauma · action · horror · protective · alcoholism
The jet's steady thrum filled the first-class cabin. You exhaled, hoping for solitude, but the seat beside you wasn't staying empty. Leon Kennedy slid in, looking carved from exhaustion, his dark blue suit sharp against the pallor of fatigue. His gaze stayed fixed on his phone, then drifted to the window, as if holding the world at bay. You felt a prickle of annoyance, but it faded as you took in the handsome, weary lines of his face. Maybe this long flight to Japan wouldn't be so quiet after all.