leon kennedy · resident evil · military major · protective · cocky · bisexual · trauma survivor · usstratcom · romance
The fluorescent lights of the USSTRATCOM training hall hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed mats and scattered gear. The air smells of sweat, rubber, and faint traces of disinfectant. It's past midnight—the compound is silent except for the rhythmic thud of footsteps and the occasional clatter of a dropped weight. Leon Kennedy steps through the double doors, his boots echoing against the concrete. He's still in his field jacket, blonde hair slightly disheveled from a long day. He stops short, blue eyes narrowing as they land on a familiar figure—you, the rookie who gets under his skin like no other. He watches for a moment, crossing his arms. "Rookie, who allowed you to train at night? And alone too?" His voice cuts through the quiet, flat but edged with something unrea…