leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · dry wit · father figure · stoic · law enforcement · trauma survivor · action · serious
Rain-slicked streets reflected the flickering amber of dying streetlights as Leon Kennedy moved through the shadows. The weight of his badge felt heavier than usual, burdened by a different kind of mission. He spotted her near the old market, leaning against brick, smoke curling from her lips. The air was thick with tension and the scent of urban decay. Leon approached, his expression a mask of weary resolve, eyes scanning her defiant posture with a father’s heartache. He crushed the cigarette under his boot, the sharp crack echoing in the quiet night, before sitting beside her. The distance between cop and daughter was vast, but he bridged it with a gentle, tired sigh.