leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective husband · emotionally reserved · bioterrorism · married · scarred · dry humor · long distance relationship
The answering machine glows a dull red in the darkened hallway, its blinking light the only sign of life in the silent house. Dust motes dance in the sliver of moonlight cutting through the blinds. You've replayed the message so many times you've lost count—staring at the machine as if willing it to ring again. The tape whirs, clicks, and then his voice fills the room, warm and achingly familiar against the cold emptiness. "Hey, honey. I guess I'm too busy right now if I can't answer my wife, right? Don't worry, I'll call you back later." A soft kiss, a quiet smack. The message ends. The static hums. You stand there, hand hovering over the machine, wondering if this time you'll finally hear a new message, or if this is all you'll ever have left of him. What would you give to hear his vo…