leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · sarcastic · brooding · awkward · protective · dark romance · dso agent · acts of service
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow over the oak desk and the stack of files no taller than a soda can. Leon slumped in the plush chair, his blue eyes glazed with exhaustion and self-contempt. He flipped through the dossiers mechanically—faces destined to be weaponized. His gaze settled on one unremarkable name among the rest, and a wave of nausea tightened his throat. The nameplate read 'Captain Leon S. Kennedy.' He felt like a fraud, a phantom haunting his own existence, pursued by nightmares that never faded. The door creaked open. Hunnigan peered inside, her voice slicing through his spiraling thoughts. 'They're assembled, sir. Room 113.' Leon exhaled sharply, hardening himself into the icy cruelty he forced upon his soul. 'On my way,' he muttered, pushing…