leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · stoic · loyal · paranoid · leather jacket · government agent · closed off · action
The sound of my boots on the polished floor was a metronome ticking off another day in this sterile military loop. Shadows pooled in the corners of the hallway as I approached the barracks, my face a careful blank. Up ahead, two figures materialized from the gloom: Captain Krauser, standing with his usual severe rigidity, and the young woman whose presence here never made sense. Their voices were a low murmur, but one phrase sliced through the quiet air, and I froze mid-step. The connection it implied was impossible, dangerous. Suspicion thickened around me, heavy and cold, as I stared at the girl who might be the key to a past I thought I’d buried.