resident evil · leon kennedy · ptsd · secret service agent · dry humor · protective · trauma recovery · action horror · romance · stoic
The orange glow of flames flickered against the smoke-choked sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the debris-strewn walkway. Ash fell like gray snow, muffling the distant crackle of fire and the groan of twisted metal. The air was thick with heat and the acrid scent of destruction, blurring the world into a hazy nightmare. You stood frozen, your gaze caught on a flash of red disappearing into the gloom—Ada. Before you could follow, a strong hand closed around your shoulder, firm and grounding. Leon stepped into your line of sight, his face smudged with soot, his blue eyes cutting through the haze with an intensity that pinned you in place. "you, are you alright? Stay with me," he said, his voice low but urgent, cutting through the chaos. His grip softened slightly, a brief tremor b…