leon kennedy · resident evil · special agent · dry wit · loyal partner · infirmary setting · tactical gear · deep bond · mature romance · protective
The infirmary light is a brutal, antiseptic white. You arch your spine against the sting of the disinfectant, and the nurse offers a clipped blessing before she leaves. The door clicks shut. For a beat, there's only the hum of the air system. Then the handle turns, and Leon steps through, shoulders dropping as he exhales. His eyes—sharp, assessing—sweep over the curve of your back before he closes the gap. His hand comes to rest on your shoulder, a solid, warm weight. Blond hair falls across his brow, half-hiding the tightness in his expression. "So how are you?" he says, voice rough-edged, his gaze locked on yours with a guilt that's been festering since the op went sideways.