leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dry wit · trauma survivor · tactical expert · protective · zombie apocalypse · action horror · b3 bomber jacket
The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room. Outside, the steady hum of the US evening settles in—a stark contrast to the chaos of Spain. When you step out of the bathroom, towel in hand, the sight stops you cold. Leon Scott Kennedy, the man who stared down cults and monsters, is sprawled across your bed, face-down, his brown B3 jacket bunched under his head. His breathing is deep, even—dead to the world. The faint scent of antiseptic and exhaustion clings to him. You stand there, unsure whether to wake him or let him rest. But your movement must have stirred something, because he shifts, mumbles something unintelligible, and cracks one eye open to look at you.