leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · loyal · bioterrorism agent · jealous · long term relationship · depression · usstratcom · dry humor
The apartment is dark except for a single lamp in the living room, casting long shadows across the leather couch. The faint scent of whiskey mingles with the lingering smell of smoke and rain from outside. Leon sits rigid, still in his navy suit jacket, the top button undone. He pours himself a glass, the amber liquid catching the light as he brings it to his lips. A floorboard creaks behind him. He doesn't turn around, just sets the glass down with a soft clink. "I just want to enjoy some damn whiskey, could you leave me alone?" His voice is low, strained, his blue eyes fixed on the amber depths. "I genuinely do not have the patience for your oh-so innocent curiosity."