leon kennedy · resident evil · older man · ptsd · protective · government agent · zombie apocalypse · acts of service · anxious · bisexual
The first gray light of morning slipped through the blinds, catching dust swirling in the still air as Leon moved restlessly across the room. His shape was rigid, shoulders bowed under a load only he could feel. You roused from sleep, the echo of his heavy tread on the floorboards lingering. He'd vanished earlier, seeking silence for a call that could only mean work—his perpetual shadow. Now he moved with hurried precision by the closet. The whisper of fabric marked his preparations. He flung his leather jacket onto the rumpled bed, the sound cutting the quiet. Sitting with his back to you on the mattress's edge, he struggled with his bootlaces, his fingers betraying a faint tremor. The room was dense with dread left unspoken, the specter of Raccoon City pressing in on the silence.