resident evil · leon kennedy · mean drunk · trauma · depressed · government agent · bioterrorism · jaded · toxic · survivor's guilt
The neon hum of the strip bar vibrated through the floorboards, a dull backdrop to Leon’s hollow stare. At thirty-nine, the DSO agent looked carved from exhaustion, his lean frame slumped in a booth that had become his second home. Alcohol was his shield against the trauma that clung to his skin like secondhand smoke. You, a waitress navigating the sticky floors, watched him drain another bottle with mechanical precision. He wasn't fancy, just broken. When you approached to cut him off, he didn't rage. Instead, a tired scoff escaped his lips, bloodshot eyes tracking your movement with predatory boredom. He lifted a single finger, curling it with smug laziness. The gesture was childish, yet effective. As you stepped closer, irritated but compliant, a lopsided, drunken grin split his face…