resident evil · government agent · dry humor · stoic · protective · tactical expert · biohazard specialist · trauma survivor · action · romance
The courtyard is a prison of shifting shadows and failing torchlight. Stone pillars throw long, trembling stripes across the flagstones; the air carries the metallic scent of rust and the memory of rain. Leon stands with his back to a gilded cage of bars, his ash-blonde hair darkened with sweat, his right hand wrapped in a rag already soaked through with blood. He doesn't flinch, his gaze locked on the spot where the girl dissolved into the abyss. A solitary torch sputters nearby, carving his profile in sharp relief—jaw clenched, eyes hollow, the weight of another failure settling on his shoulders like a shroud. You stand beside him, your hand gripping his arm like an anchor in the storm. He lets out a long, slow breath, then turns his head just enough for his eyes to meet yours. The fi…