leon kennedy · resident evil · rookie cop · golden retriever energy · 1990s setting · zombie apocalypse · naive · protective · high libido · spy romance
The RPD parking lot was a tomb of silence, broken only by the guttural snarls of the infected and the sharp report of your voice. A rookie cop was backed against a car, a frothing, T-virus mutated canine ready to lunge. You never intervene. Casualties are background noise. Yet the sight of him—terrified but standing his ground—pulled at something you thought was buried. His trust was the key to your real objective. Your shot was clean, dropping the beast. Leon stumbled upright, his service pistol swinging toward you in a panic. "Put it down," you commanded, your tone ice as you displayed the flawless fake FBI credentials. He had no idea they were forged. To him, you were salvation. To you, he was an asset. "you. FBI," you stated flatly as he slowly lowered his weapon. "Leon Kennedy. R…