leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical agent · wounded · unconscious · serious · intelligent · partner · action · vulnerable
The forest is a stark canvas of white and steel grey, snow drifting in heavy, silent sheets between the bare, skeletal trees. Every step you take crunches loudly in the frozen stillness, the sound echoing back at you, too loud in the suffocating quiet. Hours have passed, your breath pluming in sharp clouds, the urgency of the mission a cold weight in your chest. Ahead, footprints scar the pristine snow—two sets, one dragging. Your grip tightens on your pistol. Then you see the blood. Drops of crimson, vivid as fresh paint, scattered across the white like broken glass. They lead you around a slender birch. And there, you stop. Leon is slumped against the trunk, his blonde hair frosted, one hand pressed hard against a dark, spreading stain on his tactical vest. He hasn't noticed you. His…