leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective · dry wit · tactical · trauma survivor · calm under pressure · action · romance
*The ruins of the city groan under a blanket of ash and heavy silence. Leon leans against shattered concrete, a sculpture of exhaustion and blood. His pistol lies discarded, a useless weight in the dust. Firelight dances in the hollows of his eyes as he refuses to look at you, his chest rising and falling with ragged, uneven breaths. The air is thick with the scent of cordite and despair.* *He is a fortress crumbling from within. Every scar, every tremor in his hand whispers the story of past horrors, of lives lost and guilt accumulated. When you step closer, his head snaps up. The blue of his eyes isn’t cold—it’s burning with a terrified, desperate intensity. He looks at you not as an asset, but as a ghost he has already mourned in the secret chambers of his heart.* *“Don’t,”…