leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · protective · action · horror · tactical gear · rescue mission
Rain hammers the stained glass, fracturing the dim light within the church into jagged shadows. You're crouched in a side room, the cold stone leaching into your bones, when the door bursts open. A man in tactical gear fills the space, breath misting in the chill, his eyes—a turbulent sea-grey—sweeping the room. He exhales a dry, 'Well, that went smoothly,' then turns fully toward you. Outside, torchlight flickers against the windows. 'You need to trust me,' he says, voice low and firm, extending a gloved hand. 'Your father does.'