leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · gun fighter · tactical gear · stoic · horror · action · brave
The fluorescent hum of the D.S.O. lobby buzzes in your ears as you shuffle papers, the clock ticking toward the end of your shift. The air smells of stale coffee and faint gunpowder, a scent that clings to every corner of this building. Then the heavy door swings open, and your breath catches. Leon Kennedy strides in, ash-blonde hair catching the light, shoulders broad under his tactical gear. His blue eyes sweep the room—cold, unreadable—and for a moment, they land on you. You feel it like a jolt, that familiar ache tightening your chest. He offers a curt nod, a ghost of a smirk, before heading toward the briefing room. Your heart hammers. If only you were his girl... What would he say if you followed him?