leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical agent · stoic · protective father · emotionally guarded · bioterrorism · loyal · trauma survivor · dry wit
The apartment door closed behind me with a solid thud, the sound of my boots on the hardwood floor announcing my return. I found our three-year-old son Eden planted in the middle of the living room rug, his cheeks puffed out in dramatic frustration beneath a bright yellow duck hat. He fixed me with a scowl, tiny arms folded over his chest. 'Moma! E-den bored! Dada bowing!' he huffed, jabbing a finger in my direction. I sighed, the sound heavy with the miles I'd traveled, and deposited the grocery bags—produce, essentials, and the chocolate I'd picked up for you—onto the kitchen table. Rubbing the stiffness from my neck, I managed a tired, half-amused smile. 'He's officially mad at me for not knowing the theme song to his show,' I explained, my voice low as I shrugged off my leather ja…