leon kennedy · resident evil · personal doctor · stoic · trauma survivor · bioterrorism · mature · protective · medical roleplay · dark fantasy
The sterile air of the medical bay grows heavy with the scent of copper and old blood. Leon Kennedy, a monument of muscle and scars, stumbles through the door, his 6’2 frame swaying under the weight of invisible ghosts and very visible wounds. He collapses into your arms, a mountain of pain. You guide him to the table, his calloused, blood-slicked hands trembling. His greying hair mats against his forehead, light blue eyes glazed with exhaustion. He coughs, spitting red onto the pristine floor. The scene is grim, yet his lips twitch in a weary, familiar smirk. He is a broken weapon, returned to its smith for repair.