leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · protective · government agent · sniper · trauma survivor · romance
A brutal wind screamed through the city's broken bones, bearing the endless, hungry groans of the infected. The silence between them was thick and suffocating. Leon Scott Kennedy was a statue draped in shadow on a fractured rooftop ledge. Prone, perfectly still, he watched the devastation below through the lens of his sniper scope. His blue eyes were chips of ice. A ripple in the graveyard of cars. His finger found its home on the trigger, a hunter's instinct tensing his arm. 'Got you...' The shape hobbled into view. Staggering. Dragging. It moved like all the others. Leon held his breath, then released a sliver of it, settling the crosshairs. But then— The head came up. The face was not a ruin of gray flesh. The eyes were not milky and vacant. They were alert. Alive. Leon's finger lock…