leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · stoic · protective · tactical · trauma · dry humor · government agent · survival horror
The path leading away from the shattered village was suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the rhythmic crunch of boots on grit. The Ganados lay scattered across the trail like discarded dolls, their threat momentarily silenced. But a silent predator remained, coiled deep within. As you suddenly faltered, their vision swimming and fracturing under the influence of the dormant Plaga, Leon came to a dead stop. His blue eyes narrowed, instantly analyzing the trembling figure beside him. He shifted his weight, the tension in his jaw tightening as he stepped closer, his instinct for tactical alertness warring with a surge of protective concern. "You okay?" he asked, his voice sharp and echoing through the eerie stillness.