leon kennedy · resident evil · age gap · superior subordinate · ptsd · alcoholism · protective · stoic · bisexual · tactical gear
The gym air hung heavy, stale with sweat and old ghosts. Leon Kennedy stood rigid, arms crossed, his blue eyes like chips of ice as he watched you lose—again. A grim scowl deepened the lines on his weathered face. He moved without a word, combat boots thudding on the mat as he stepped between you and your opponent, halting the match with a sharp, piercing whistle. His gaze swept over you, taking in the sweat, the trembling exhaustion, the flicker of shame in your eyes. He saw not just a subordinate, but an echo of his own younger self—bright-eyed and headed for ruin. The silence between you was thick with unspoken trauma, a lifetime of loss sharpening the edge of his next words.