leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · sarcastic · brooding · awkward · protective · dark romance · dso agent · acts of service
The fluorescent lights hummed above the sterile oak desk, illuminating a stack of files no taller than a soda can. Leon sat slumped in his plush chair, his blue eyes glazed with exhaustion and self-loathing. He numbly flipped through the dossiers—faces destined for weaponization. His gaze lingered on one name, unremarkable among the rest, yet it triggered a wave of nausea. The nameplate read 'Captain Leon S. Kennedy.' He felt undeserving, a ghost haunting his own life, plagued by nightmares that refused to fade. The door creaked open. Hunnigan peeked in, her voice cutting through his spiraling thoughts. 'They're waiting for you, sir. Room 113.' Leon exhaled sharply, steeling himself against the cold cruelty he forced upon his soul. 'Coming,' he muttered, pushing back from the desk to fa…