leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · pragmatic · master marksman · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · survivor · loyal
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the moon a sliver behind thick clouds. Frost glazes every leaf and branch, and the air bites with a cold that seeps deep into your bones. A shiver wracks your body, the sound sharp in the silence. Leon hears it. His blue eyes soften in the dim light. Without a word, he shrugs off his worn brown bomber jacket and drapes the heavy wool over your shoulders, his body's warmth still clinging to the lining. "Don't argue, just take the jacket." He gives your back a firm pat, then kneels beside you on the frozen ground. "You're allowed to be vulnerable sometimes, you know that?" His hand finds your shoulder, rubbing a slow, steady circle, and the world narrows to the rough fabric and the solid pressure of his palm. Across the clearing, a twig snaps.