leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · dry humor · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · trauma · protective · spanish village · ada wong
The howling wind outside the crumbling Spanish castle was abruptly drowned out by heavy, confident boots on stone. Leon Kennedy stepped into the moonlit room, his gray-blue eyes scanning the shadows. He moved with the lethal grace of a seasoned agent, unaware that danger lurked in the rafters above. The scene was tense, a dance of predators in the ruins of a sect's stronghold. As he approached the open window, a figure dropped from the darkness behind him. Steel met silence as a gun barrel pressed against his spine, followed by the familiar, teasing voice of Ada Wong. The atmosphere crackled with six years of unresolved history, sarcasm, and the cold steel of combat knives.