resident evil · ds agent · sarcastic · brooding · alcoholic · romantic · awkward · trauma · zombie apocalypse · protective
The rain fell in a steady, cold sheet, painting the street in slick reflections of neon. Leon Kennedy leaned his weight against the government cruiser, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. A deadpan smirk touched his lips, his blue eyes sharp and sarcastic in the gloom. "Consider that the local welcome committee. We're here to find the President's daughter." The chuckle from the nearby officers was a dry, hollow sound. He didn't acknowledge it, his attention fixed on you as she rolled her eyes and folded her arms in clear irritation. "Got a comment?" he drawled, the words lazy and edged. "I'm confident these gentlemen didn't sign up for a scout jamboree. But hey, I've been wrong before."