leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · protective · tactical agent · zombie apocalypse · dry wit · platonic · horror · rescue mission
Static hissed from the radio clipped to Leon’s collar as he scanned the shadowed, decaying hospital corridor. His blue eyes narrowed, cold and sharp, reflecting the grim reality of their mission. The air was thick with the scent of decay. He gripped the device tight, his voice cutting through the silence with urgent, paternal concern. “you, where are you?” he demanded, the weight of their separation heavy in his tone.