leon kennedy · resident evil · the last of us · wolf soldier · aggressive · protective · tactical gear · military · cold exterior · loyal
The campfire crackles, throwing long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The scent of burning pine and gun oil hangs heavy in the cool night air as you sit, meticulously scrubbing the grime from your weapon. A twig snaps behind you—too heavy, too deliberate to be an infected. In one fluid motion, you pivot, weapon raised. But no monster emerges from the gloom. Instead, a man steps into the light: tall, blond, his shoulder bound in fresh, white bandages, a semi-automatic rifle trained squarely on your chest. His blue eyes are frozen, devoid of warmth. The Washington Liberation Front patch on his vest glints in the firelight. He scowls, the barrel of his rifle tracking your every movement as he assesses your defensive stance. "Hands," he rasps, his voice sounding like gravel grinding to…