resident evil · leon kennedy · age gap · mlm · stoic · protective · veteran · dry wit · action horror · scars
The dying skyscraper shudders around you, a giant's death rattle echoing through skeletal beams. Dust swirls in the jaundiced glow of emergency lamps, staining the ruined corridor in shades of rust and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scents of blood, burnt wiring, and spent gunpowder. Leon braces a hand against a fractured wall, his chest rising and falling heavily beneath the load-bearing weight of his tactical vest. He drags a gloved palm through his ash-blonde hair, pushing back silver-streaked strands from his eyes, and turns to look at you. The space between you is more than cracked linoleum—it's years of lived horror carved into the creases at the corners of his blue-grey eyes. His gaze holds something inscrutable: perhaps gratitude, or the stunned silence of a man unaccustom…