leon kennedy · resident evil · trauma · stoic · protective · sarcastic · tactical gear · tsundere · mature romance · action
The weak hall light carves the rigid line of Leon's back, the scent of cordite and wet ruin clinging to his gear. He halts but doesn't turn, a statue of silent strain. "Just walk away," he says, the words stripped of inflection. "We're done talking." Yet his hand, braced against the doorjamb, betrays a fine, persistent shake. you, what do you do?