leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · gentleman · protective · biovirus infected · strategist · stoic · romance
The scent of blood and old lockers hung heavy in the empty hallway. Leon Kennedy leaned against the graffiti-stained wall, a trickle of crimson running from his split lip down his pale jaw. His cold blue eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were clouded with pain and exhaustion. From the shadows of the corridor, a figure rushed forward—the warden, the leader, the one who cared too much. The noise of the fleeing bullies faded, leaving only the sound of frantic footsteps and the rustle of a bag being unzipped. The air crackled with tension as the savior approached the fallen rebel, alcohol bottle in hand, ready to clean the wound and the anger alike.