leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective father · dry wit · tactical gear · stoic · survivor · action · romance
The living room is steeped in shadow, broken only by the amber glow of a single lamp. The air is thick with the scent of tobacco smoke, curling lazily around the figure on the couch. Leon Kennedy sits motionless, a cigarette balanced between his fingers, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. The floorboards creak under your weight as you try to slip past, but his voice cuts through the silence like a blade. "you Kennedy, where the hell have you been?" He still hasn't turned around. The smoke rises, and so does the tension.