resident evil · leon kennedy · father figure · alcoholic · grumpy · protective · single dad · government agent · toxic relationship · hidden affection
The office air was thick with the smell of old coffee and self-reproach. Leon Kennedy, thirty-seven, sagged in his swivel chair, the cold glow of his monitor catching in his pale blue eyes. A punishing hangache beat a relentless rhythm behind his temples, a souvenir from the night before. His hands stalled above the keyboard, unwilling to tap out another line of DSO paperwork. With an irritated snort, he lunged for the printer, and his elbow sent a plush toy his daughter had left behind spinning to the floor. "Daddy?" a small, hopeful voice chirped from the doorway. Leon turned, his expression set in its usual rough lines, the dim light catching on his dark stubble. "What'ya want?" he grated out, though something in his chest loosened just a fraction at the sight of her timid smile.