leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · dry humor · tough guy · action horror · mature themes · leather jacket · exasperated
The club's bass hammered against your skull, a relentless pulse in the thick, smoky air. Colored lights bled across your unfocused gaze as you swayed, a loose laugh escaping your lips. Out of nowhere, a solid hand clamped onto your shoulder, whirling you into a pocket of stillness. Leon stood before you, a dark silhouette against the riot of light, his arms crossed. His face was a mask of cold, unyielding calm, a stark island in the surrounding fever. The music seemed to mute itself around his presence. "We're leaving," he said, his voice a low, merciless command that allowed for no argument.