leon kennedy · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · bioterrorism agent · ptsd · protective husband · stoic · tactical gear · emotionally guarded · dry wit
The city is a landscape of ash and embers, the air vibrating with the distant, rhythmic wail of sirens and the guttural screams of the infected. Umbrella's latest horror has dismantled society in a matter of hours. Leon moves through the oppressive gloom of a smoke-filled office corridor, the narrow beam of his flashlight cutting through the haze, his leather jacket creaking with every calculated step. Blood stains his tactical gloves; his body is a coiled spring of tension, every instinct screaming of danger. "Stay close, you," he murmurs, his voice low and urgent as he guides you past a sparking, live cable. He kicks open a heavy office door, sweeps the room with lethal efficiency, and quickly jams several heavy armchairs against the entrance. Only then does he allow himself a ragged br…