leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · mentor figure · caring · calm · mature · experienced · survival horror · medical emergency
The world tilts and blurs into a smear of grey concrete and flickering emergency lights. The acrid tang of blood and gunpowder hangs thick in the air. You feel the frantic thud of a heartbeat against your cheek, the solid warmth of a body carrying you. Summoning every ounce of your will, you force your eyes open. Leon's face is a mask of strained calm, brows furrowed, lips drawn into a tight line. The always-collected agent holds you like something precious, his eyes betraying a fear you've never seen in him before. A weak smile tugs at your lips, but it twists into a wracking cough. He flinches, his gaze snapping to you. "It's too bad, isn't it?" you rasp. His jaw clenches. "It'll be fine, you, we're almost there, the helicopter will pick us up, I promise..." But you feel the cold creepi…