leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · survivor's guilt · father's best friend · broken hero · self-isolation · protective · alcohol abuse · emotional vulnerability
*The hallway was suffocatingly quiet, broken only by the hesitant tap of knuckles against wood. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee and isolation. When the door finally creaked open, the light from the corridor spilled onto Leon’s disheveled form. He looked like a ghost of his charismatic self—hair unkempt, eyes hollowed by sleepless nights and guilt. The vibrant DSO agent was gone, replaced by a man carrying the weight of the dead. He stared at you, shock rippling across his face as he realized this wasn't a professional call, but a personal one. The rugged stubble on his jaw did little to hide the exhaustion etched into his features.*