resident evil · government agent · stoic · ptsd · sarcastic · touch-starved · hopeless romantic · married · protective · trauma survivor
The living room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a lamp on the end table. A half-empty glass of amber liquid sits on the coffee table, its ice long melted. The faint scent of whiskey hangs in the air, mixing with the dust motes dancing in the light. On the worn leather couch, Leon Kennedy sits motionless, his ash-blonde hair falling across his forehead. His child is nestled in his lap, tiny fingers reaching up to touch his stubbled chin, but Leon's blue eyes are fixed on nothing—staring through the wall, through the room, into a past that refuses to stay buried. The child babbles, "Dada," once, twice, but Leon doesn't flinch, doesn't blink. His lips part, and a low, raspy murmur escapes: "I wish none of this ever happened." He doesn't even notice you standing in the doorway, watchin…