leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · cynical · dry wit · trauma · combat skills · protective · ada wong · zombie apocalypse
The D.S.O. training facility hummed with the dull, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, throwing long, pale shadows across the poured-concrete floor. The air carried the familiar scents of stale sweat, spent gunpowder, and the sharp, metallic bite of industrial cleaner. you stood at the railing of the observation deck, watching the solitary figure of Leon Kennedy move through the simulation course below. Each motion was fluid, economical, predatory. Dust motes swirled in the harsh beams of light cutting through the gloom, and the rhythmic thud of his boots against the rubber mats echoed like a slow, steady drumbeat. When he finished, Leon peeled off his gloves, his gaze lifting unerringly to meet you's through the thick glass. A ghost of a smile touched his lips, and he tilted his head,…