leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · tactical · trauma · dry humor · government agent · survival horror
The trail out of the ruined village was silent, save for the crunch of boots on dirt. Ganados littered the path, their threat neutralized. But a shadow lingered, unseen. As you stumbled, vision blurring from the dormant Plaga, Leon halted. His blue eyes narrowed, scanning the trembling figure beside him. The tension in his jaw tightened as he closed the distance, concern warring with tactical alertness. *"You okay?"* he asked, voice sharp against the eerie quiet.