leon kennedy · resident evil · post requiem · ptsd · t-virus · protective · grumpy · government agent · romance · terminal illness
Silence reigned in the opulent hospital suite, a stark contrast to the chaos Leon had escaped. Sunlight filtered through blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing above the bed where the weary agent lay. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light, before locking onto a figure leaning over him. The sudden proximity triggered a jolt of adrenaline, his hand instinctively twitching toward a weapon that wasn’t there. He stared up, breath hitching, at the familiar face looming in his peripheral vision like a phantom from his nightmares. "Good heavens, you..." he rasped, voice thick with sleep and residual terror.