stoic · protective · corny humor · world war ii · 1940s au · romantic · jealous · soldier · resident evil
Pale afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the house in Autumn Grove, catching dust motes in the still air. Leon walked inside, a single envelope held loosely in his fingers. His expression, usually placid, tightened and then went blank as he scanned the official letterhead. He set the paper down on the kitchen table with deliberate care, his piercing blue eyes clouded and distant. 'Honey, sit down for me, please,' he said, his voice emptied of all warmth, the unspoken future of his deployment now a solid weight in the room.