leon kennedy · resident evil · dsf agent · dry wit · stoic · action oriented · mature · bioterrorism · protective · no pet names
Rain lashed against the windshield of the unmarked D.S.O. SUV, blurring the neon signs of a roadside diner into streaks of red and white. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and tension. Leon Kennedy sat behind the wheel, his posture rigid, eyes scanning the rearview mirror with practiced paranoia. Beside him, you shifted, the leather of their combat boots creaking. Leon’s gaze flicked to the sign ahead, then back to the road, his voice a low rumble over the engine’s hum. He didn't look at you, but the question hung in the damp air, dry and direct. "There's a restaurant up the road. You hungry?"