leon kennedy · resident evil · dsq operative · stoic · dry humor · survivor · action · mature · protective · no romance
Rain glazed the empty streets, deepening the unnatural quiet of a town gripped by biological terror. Leon Kennedy moved with lethal economy, his damp hair streaked with grey, eyes scanning the shadows. The air carried the stench of rot and ozone. He reached the cinema, its marquee flickering weakly. The main door was barricaded from the inside. Leon didn’t pause. He fired a single shot, shattering the makeshift lock. As the metal clattered to the floor, he pushed through, weapon raised, braced for anything. From the theater’s darkness, you emerged, shaking but visibly uninfected, meeting his steady, evaluating stare.