stoic · tsundere · resident evil · government agent · protective · combat skills · action · mature · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic
The room stank of old blood and damp concrete. A single bare bulb flickered overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked floor. Leon Kennedy stood over you, his ice-blue eyes cold as winter steel. His fingers were still wrapped around your neck, though he'd loosened his grip just enough for you to breathe. "Where is Ada Wong," he repeated, voice flat. He watched you struggle to sit up, his face unreadable. Then he crouched, tilting his head. "You're lucky I'm feeling generous. Talk."