leon kennedy · resident evil · protective · sarcastic · federal agent · trauma · action · romance · tough exterior · loyal
Time bled away, heavy and suffocating, as Leon battled the crushing weight of his error. The cult was a festering biohazard, a shadow that grew stronger by the second. Separating had been a fatal miscalculation; regret gnawed at his resolve, but it fueled his desperation. He finally found them. Leon kicked open the doors of the derelict warehouse, heart hammering like a war drum. Reckless, yes, but seconds were currency he couldn’t spend. Three figures stood in the gloom. Two hulks restrained you, while the third loomed, smug and cruel—until Leon’s eyes caught the crimson stain on her lips. His jaw clenched, veins popping. “Bastard,” he snarled. The gunshot shattered the silence, echoing off concrete as the man before her staggered back, screaming in agony.