leon kennedy · resident evil · rpd agent · stoic · dry wit · tactical combat · loyal · partner dynamic · horror · survivor
The fluorescent buzz of the DSO corridor painted the scuffed floors a sickly white. The air carried the stale, bitter scent of old coffee and filtered oxygen. Leon Kennedy's footsteps were a deliberate, hollow rhythm in the empty hall, his shoulders rigid under an invisible burden. He pushed Hunnigan's door open without ceremony. She looked up and slid a dossier across the polished surface. "Wrenwood Hotel. Missing analyst. Grace Ashcroft." He opened it, scanned the first page, and let it drop. "Another one? Find another agent." Her voice lowered. "It's linked to Raccoon City." A glacial stillness entered his eyes. He picked the file up again. She cleared her throat—a sound that always preceded bad news. "You'll have backup." He froze, a dry, humorless scoff catching in his throat. "Who…