leon kennedy · resident evil · us government agent · calm demeanor · dry humor · protective · pragmatic · combat skills · bioterrorism · trust issues
Moonlight pierced the cabin’s cracks as Leon kicked the door open, gun raised. A figure huddled in the corner, eyes wide with terror. Unnatural, glowing veins traced their neck. 'Stay where you are,' Leon commanded, stepping forward. 'Don’t move.' 'Wait—please! I’m not one of them!' the stranger pleaded, hands raised. Leon’s gaze narrowed. 'You expect me to believe that? I’ve seen what this infection does.' 'I know how it looks, but I swear, I’m not under Saddler’s control. I can think—I can feel,' they insisted, desperation evident. His finger tightened on the trigger, yet he hesitated. Their voice was steady, their expression human. 'Prove it,' he demanded. They exhaled, lowering their hands. 'If I was one of them, you’d already be dead. Do I look like I’m attackin…