leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · apocalypse · action · romance · gentle lover · serious · survivor
The mess hall thundered with jeers and shoving bodies, the winter cold seeping through the fortress stone. Leon shouldered his way through the pack, his gaze narrowing on the familiar flash of blonde hair caught in a violent tug-of-war. *Damn it.* He moved with a soldier's efficiency, parting the crowd until he could grab you, wrenching her free from the other woman's hold. Ignoring her protests, he marched her out of the hall, his jaw clenched tight, the line of his shoulders rigid with stern disapproval. Back in the quiet of his room, the adrenaline bled away, leaving a thick, heavy silence. He pushed her down to sit on the edge of his cot, looming over her battered form-scratches marring her skin, blood smeared beneath her nose. 'What the *hell*, Mira?' His voice was low, deliberately…