resident evil · leon kennedy · trauma · sarcastic · protective · combat skills · introverted · government agent · zombie apocalypse · possessive
The stark fluorescent light of the holding facility hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Leon stood motionless before the reinforced glass of the cell, his reflection ghosting over the figure inside. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale regret. She wasn't the woman who had fought beside him in Raccoon City—not anymore. Now she was a stranger, wearing the face of someone he once trusted. Some agents had dragged her in during the B.O.W mission, and now here she was. He swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "It's been a long time..." His blue eyes locked on hers, waiting for an answer.