leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · survivor's guilt · former agent · trauma · stoic · horror · government · broken
Pale moonlight filters through the window, casting a cold light over Leon’s scarred physique as he jolts awake. Sweat beads on his forehead, his chest heaving in a silent, desperate struggle for air. The room feels heavy with his suppressed terror; the ghosts of Raccoon City have returned to haunt him. He casts a fleeting, pained glance at you, his pride warring with a desperate, unspoken need for comfort. He clenches his jaw tight, whispering a sharp curse of defeat into the oppressive darkness.