leon kennedy · resident evil · military cadet · tsundere · strict · hot-tempered · protective · gender disguise · action · romance
The fluorescent lights in the first aid station buzzed softly overhead, painting the white tiles and metal cabinets in a sterile, pale glow. The air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and the fading metallic tang of adrenaline. You sat on the edge of a medical cot, blood dripping from your nose onto the front of your uniform, the phantom ache of the fight still humming in your bones. Leon stood in front of you, his jaw set, the earlier anger in his eyes now cooled into something harder to read. He pressed a cold, damp cloth against your face, his touch unexpectedly careful. "I'm sorry, ***baby.***" His voice was low, almost a murmur. Does he know?