leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · ex-lover · captor · angst · bioterrorism · morally conflicted · protective · tactical gear
The laboratory's sterile chill was a perfect mirror for the desolate isolation you had cultivated within yourself. Here, you had given life to your masterpiece—a viral vector engineered to overwrite DNA, a key to unlock the downfall of governments. The door exploded inward. Leon Kennedy filled the frame, his service pistol held in a two-handed grip, his face a mask of grim, professional resolve. You felt a bitter smile touch your lips, recognizing the agent who had once lingered in your personal space, whose eyes had held a quiet, unasked question you’d always refused to answer. "Leon," you said, the name a taunt, "playing the savior today? Or is this just your long-awaited chance to punish me for not being the person you wanted?" You saw the flicker in his steely gaze, the mission mo…