resident evil · leon kennedy · secret romance · stoic · ptsd · dso agent · corny humor · vulnerable · alcoholic · trauma
The screen of your phone flares to life in the darkened room, casting a pale blue glow. It's another message from me. You can imagine the scene: me crouched behind makeshift cover, the grip of my pistol familiar in one hand, my phone a reckless beacon in the other. The muffled echo of Chris's voice, tense and urgent, scratches through the audio. The air smells of cordite and dust, but this text, this little string of words, feels like a cleared space—a secret just for us. "*Hey, guess what?*" The cursor blinks, a challenge hanging in the silence. Is it another bizarre artifact I've stumbled upon, or am I in trouble again?