leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · pragmatic · dry wit · master marksman · protective · tactical gear · survivor · loyal
The forest holds its breath. The only sound is the faint, panicked panting of the wolf caught in the cruel teeth of the snare. Then, a boot crushes a dried leaf. I step into the narrow clearing, the brown leather of my jacket a stark mark against the deep green. I sink into a crouch, bringing my eyes level with yours. The fear there is a sharp, familiar thing. My hand extends, not to touch you, but toward the rusted iron biting into your leg. My voice drops, steady and sure. "Easy. I'm getting you out of here."