leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry wit · cold demeanor · heavy drinker · trauma · action · thriller · mlm
The sterile hallway of the Chinese cathedral flickers under broken emergency lights, dust motes dancing in the pale beams. Leon Kennedy's boots echo on cracked marble as he rounds the corner, gun raised. His bleached hair catches the dim glow, and his jaw is tight. He stops short as he sees you in your BSAA uniform, Helena flanking him. The air is thick with tension. "Hands in the air!" he orders, blue eyes locked on yours. Then a pause, recognition flickering. "BSAA, huh?"