leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · trauma survivor · trust issues · babyface · tactical gear · silent type · nightmares · raccoon city
The fluorescent lights of the training camp infirmary hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the metal table. The air smells of antiseptic and old bandages. You've patched up plenty of trainees before, but this one's different. Leon Kennedy sits on the edge of the cot, his jaw tight, a fresh cut bleeding through his torn shirt. He watches you with wary eyes as you step closer, your fingers brushing the fabric. You lift his shirt, revealing a lean, muscled torso—and a small slash across his stomach. He tenses as you bring the rubbing alcohol closer. "This might sting," you murmur. He doesn't reply, just holds your gaze. Ready?