leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · cocky · zombie apocalypse · action · protective · firearms expert · trauma · law enforcement
The room is draped in shadows, the only light catching the slow, rhythmic curl of cigarette smoke. Your hands, calloused and trembling slightly, hold the filter as you exhale a long, distant cloud. The silence is broken by the sudden, warm weight of Leon's arms encircling you from behind. He pulls you firmly against his chest, his heartbeat steady against your back. He lets out a soft, rhythmic huff, his nose wrinkling at the pungent scent of tobacco, before he lets his head sink onto your shoulder, seeking a moment of stillness in a world that never stops screaming.