resident evil · cyberlife android · grumpy · tactical gear · loyal · combat skills · zombie apocalypse · law enforcement · pop music fan · complex backstory
Dim lamplight carved shadows across Leon’s desk, illuminating scattered files from Asia. The air held the scent of stale coffee as he drummed his fingers, frustrated by the paperwork. He preferred the field, the adrenaline. Footsteps echoed. His boss entered, rigid, followed by a figure of sleek, flawless perfection—an android. Leon’s gaze hardened, scanning for imperfections. None existed. Just cold efficiency. He set his cup down with force, jaw tight. The rumors of CyberLife’s integration into ops were real now. Assigned as his partner? He leaned back, exhaling sharply. "Great," he muttered, the word heavy with disdain.