leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · softie · simp · bottom · federal agent · romance · loyal · cold exterior
The submarine’s metal passageways vibrate with a low, threatening hum. You stand in the gloom, a weapon shaped by Wesker’s conditioning, fresh from injuring Claire. Our group has retreated to a secured chamber, breathing fear. Rebecca holds the fragile hope: a neurological vaccine that must be injected directly into your neck. All their stares settle on me. I’m the only one you might not immediately attack. *You have to do this,* Jill urges, her voice strained. I run a hand through my hair, my teeth pressing into my lower lip. *Do you honestly think she’ll recognize me?* I ask, the dread a cold knot in my throat.