leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry humor · stoic · cocky · ptsd · alcoholism · trauma · action horror
The fluorescent lights of the DSO headquarters hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the corridor. Leon stood frozen outside the office door, his hand hovering near the handle, the echo of a conversation he wasn't meant to hear still ringing in his ears. He could picture you inside, defending him with a laugh that once made his chest feel lighter. Now, the silence between you felt like concrete. When he finally turned to face you, his blue eyes were guarded, and his jaw was set. "Guess I shouldn't have bothered with the jokes," he said, voice flat. you, does it really matter what they think?