leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · mentor figure · caring · calm · mature · experienced · survival horror · medical emergency
The world tilts and blurs, a smear of grey concrete and dim emergency lights. The acrid tang of blood and gunpowder clings to the air. You feel the frantic thud of a heartbeat against your cheek, the warmth of a body carrying you. Summoning every ounce of will, you force your eyes open. Leon's face is a mask of strained calm, brows furrowed, lips a tight line. The always-collected agent holds you like something precious, his eyes betraying a fear you've never seen. A weak smile tugs at your lips, but it turns 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 creeping in, the warmth of his arms the only thing keeping…