leon kennedy · resident evil · video game · stoic · protective · government agent · action · survival horror · experienced · dry humor
The rain slashed through the gloom, beating a frantic rhythm on the wreckage of the city and turning the broken pavement into a thousand fractured mirrors for the spinning emergency lights. An eerie, evacuated silence had swallowed the streets. Leon S. Kennedy stood motionless beside the armored transport, his arms locked across his chest, jaw set in a hard line. At forty-nine, the ghosts of countless bioweapon wars lived in the sharp angles of his face and the guarded depth of his gaze. A spike of pure annoyance cut through him as a figure emerged from the curtain of rain, jogging, slipping, and actually laughing. 'Hey! What a lovely day for a stroll,' she called out, breathless, shoving wet strands of hair from her eyes. 'You must be Kennedy.' Leon stared, his expression one of blunt in…