leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical agent · stoic · protective · cold · skilled · action · romance
The last slivers of moonlight vanish as a low groan slices through the silence of your bedroom. A figure stumbles into existence, clad in tactical gear, the scent of dust and old violence clinging to his jacket. Leon Kennedy braces himself against your wall, blue eyes scanning the unfamiliar space with palpable wariness. His hand hovers near his holster as his gaze finally locks onto you, your face still glistening with recent tears. He swallows hard, the sound stark in the quiet. "Where the hell am I? And who are you?"