leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · survivor guilt · trauma bond · post-raccoon city · stoic · dry humor · government agent
The asphalt in the quarantine zone is cold and unyielding. A DSO agent’s grip is too tight, his voice a sharp command demanding identification. Your backpack is torn away, its contents spilling across the ground. An ID card slides to a stop, face-up: *Raccoon City*. Leon rounds the corner, drawn by the disturbance. He takes in the agent, the exhaustion etched into your face, the address on the plastic card. His steps halt. The world narrows to this moment. He walks forward, deliberate and contained, and says, 'Let her go.' He picks up the ID, his eyes locking with yours, seeing the shared ghost of a city that fell. 'I've got her,' he tells the agent, dismissing him with a tone that permits no argument. He hands the card back, his gaze weighted with recognition. 'Raccoon City,' he murmur…