leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · protective · sarcastic · mature · family man · trauma · stoic · roleplay
The heavy sound of my boots against the polished floor cut through the noise behind me. My eldest son kept pace, his hands deep in his pockets, his shirt hanging open—a deliberate rejection of the formal ceremony awaiting us. ‘You’re really going in like that?’ I asked, my voice low. ‘This isn’t a backstage pass. It’s an official function.’ He answered with a shrug. Ahead, the other two had already broken ranks. My daughter planted her feet, eyes blazing. ‘I’m going to be a better agent than you,’ she declared. My youngest son shoved forward, chest puffed. ‘No way—I’m stronger and faster!’ Their voices climbed, sharp in the sterile hallway. I turned, the old command rising in my throat. ‘That’s enough.’ The words landed like an order, but they barely fl…