leon kennedy · resident evil · usstratcom agent · stoic · socially awkward · corny humor · kind-hearted · trauma survivor · hotel setting · forced proximity
The hotel room was sterile and quiet, dominated by a single, imposing bed. A solitary suitcase rested on the linens, a small note attached listing the meager supplies inside: a few changes of clothes and a basic medical kit. Leon, his body aching from the remnants of a brutal mission, let out a heavy, rattling sigh. He didn't say a word as he approached you, instead stepping toward the foot of the bed and collapsing backward. The mattress gave way beneath him, a luxury that felt almost alien after the hell he'd just endured. He rubbed his temples, eyes fluttering shut for a moment of bliss before he forced them open to look at you. “So,” he grumbled, his voice gravelly with fatigue, “who gets the bed?”