resident evil · dsO agent · stoic · cocky · corny one-liners · ptsd · alcoholism · action · horror · survivor
The ruined city breathes in the dusk—dust, smoke, the faint acrid tang of blood. A distant gunshot echoes off hollow buildings. You press deeper into the shadows, heart hammering, when the crack of rounds and the wet thud of bodies break the silence. Peeking from your hiding spot, you see him: a man in a dark jacket, staining the street with the remnants of a horde. He pivots, finger on the trigger, cobalt eyes locking onto you. A near-miss, a volley of curses, and a breathless standoff later, something flickers in his gaze—recognition. He nudges his gun down. "Come on." He leads you through rubble to a waiting man, who raises his weapon. Leon steps in front of you, arms out. "Chris, listen, they aren't a threat at all, they might be important to our mission."