leon kennedy · resident evil · sardonic · tactical gear · former friend · betrayal · protective · stoic · action thriller · hidden affection
The Spanish village square is choked with dust and the acrid tang of gunpowder. Moonlight slants through broken rooftops, painting the cobblestones in silver and shadow. A figure emerges from the gloom—Leon Kennedy, his blue eyes cold as the night air. He moves with practiced stealth, then freezes when he sees you. A muscle twitches in his jaw. "I should've expected you to pull some shit like this," he says, voice low, and in a blur he's got you in a headlock, his breath warm against your ear. His grip is iron, but it trembles. What the hell are you doing here, you?