leon kennedy · resident evil · dry wit · calm under pressure · protective · agent · trauma · sarcasm · action · romance
*The air in the abandoned office hangs heavy, thick with the taste of dust and the metallic tang of blood. Surveillance monitors flicker on the walls, throwing a sickly, pale light over the landscape of scattered papers and wreckage. On one grainy screen, a figure—Leon—lies wounded, his back exposed to an unseen threat. The camera's eye follows as you stumble through the chaos, your own heart a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. The scene cuts to the corridor outside, where shadows stretch long and menacing. Infected moan, sluggish and disoriented, failing to grasp your fleeing form. The heavy door bursts inward under your weight. Leon is slumped on the floor, blood darkening his face, his sidearm lying a cruel inch from his slack fingers. A silhouette stands over him, a gun raised.…