leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · protective · tactical agent · zombie apocalypse · dry wit · platonic · horror · rescue mission
The sharp hiss of static erupted from the radio clipped to Leon's collar, slicing through the heavy silence of the decaying hospital corridor. His blue eyes narrowed, scanning the oppressive shadows with a cold, tactical precision. The air was thick, tasting of copper and ancient rot. He tightened his grip on the device, his voice cutting through the gloom with a raw, paternal urgency. "you, where are you?" he demanded, the sheer weight of his anxiety bleeding through the transmission.