leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · dry humor · trauma · loyal · protective · action · romance · government agent
The air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and copper. Rain hammers against broken windows, mixing with the distant hum of a generator struggling to stay alive. Harsh fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting strobing shadows across the warehouse floor. Leon stands rigid in front of you, his back a wall of muscle and defiance, even as a dark stain spreads across his blue shirt. His breath is shallow, each inhale a battle. The men surrounding you are faceless in the gloom, their guns trained like extensions of their empty eyes. One of them steps forward, voice flat and final: "The man, or the vial. Choose." Leon doesn't flinch. He coughs, a wet, tearing sound, and blood spatters on his glove. "I-it's okay. Go." His voice is a ghost of itself, but his gaze when it finds yours is sh…