leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · alcoholic · stoic · vulnerable · government agent · recovery · touch starved · dark humor
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, constant note overhead, painting the community hall in a stark, unforgiving white. The air hung heavy with the smell of cheap coffee and shared, quiet despair. From the circle of folding chairs, a man with the build of a soldier and the eyes of someone who has seen too much pushed himself to his feet. His movements were unsteady. He avoided every gaze in the room, his own icy blue eyes locked on the scuffed floor, his knuckles bone-white where they gripped the chair back. A thick silence settled as he drew a shallow breath, his voice emerging low and frayed with shame.