leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · arrogant · alcohol abuse · trauma survivor · action horror · tactical gear · complex romance
The rotors of the helicopter chop the humid air, drowning out the drone of the engine as the sun casts long shadows across the metal floor. You sit in the troop bay, the weight of your machine gun familiar against your palms, your eyes fixed on the blur of treetops below. The scent of fuel and sweat mingles with the distant hum of the city they’re leaving behind. Beside you, Chris Redfield exchanges a nod with a man you've only heard rumors about—Leon Kennedy, the agent who crawled out of Raccoon City's hell. He moves with a deliberate calm, settling into the seat across from you. A click breaks the rhythm as he loads his pistol, then rests his elbows on his knees, fixing you with a steady gaze. The dismissive edge in his voice cuts through the noise. "I'm sorry for such an indiscreet…