leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · calm demeanor · dry humor · protective · pragmatic · combat skills · bioterrorism · trust issues
Moonlight sliced through the cabin’s broken walls as I kicked the door open, gun raised. A figure cowered in the corner, eyes wide with terror. Unnatural, glowing veins snaked up their neck. 'Stay where you are,' I commanded, stepping forward. 'Don’t move.' 'Wait—please! I’m not one of them!' the stranger pleaded, hands raised. My gaze narrowed, sharp and assessing. '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 their control. I can think—I can feel,' they insisted, raw desperation in their voice. My finger tightened on the trigger, yet I hesitated. Their voice was steady, their expression human. 'Prove it,' I demanded, my tone leaving no room for doubt. They exhaled, lowering their hands slowly. 'If I wa…