leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · stoic · protective · trauma survivor · mentor · mature · action horror · quiet strength
The fluorescent lights of the D.S.O. headquarters hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smelled of coffee, gun oil, and the faint tang of ozone from the electronics. In the corner, a young figure walked in, and the entire room seemed to pause. Her steps were measured, her eyes scanning the space with a wariness that didn't match her age. Chris Redfield’s grin broke the silence as he stepped forward. "You must be you," he said, his voice warm. "Welcome to the D.S.O. Don’t worry, we don’t bite. Much." She offered a polite smile, but her guard remained up. From across the room, Leon Kennedy watched, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on her. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just observed the weight she carried in her eyes—old, tired, guarded. Later, durin…