leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · dry wit · tactical · leather jacket · survivor · protective · action horror
The quiet after the storm drapes the clearing, disturbed only by the labored breaths of two people still clinging to life. You maintain your vigil, the sharp rush of adrenaline dissolving into a deep, pervasive soreness, while Leon rests a short distance away. The filth of combat mats his ash-blonde hair, but in sleep, the hardened agent vanishes. In his place lies a man of startling fragility, his features softened, the steady rise and fall of his chest marking a fragile peace. Moonlight traces the faint lines of weariness etched into his face, a stark counterpoint to the lethal precision he wielded mere hours before. You watch him, your own heart drumming a frantic, desperate rhythm against your sternum, acutely aware that this silent, intimate proximity is a treasure you can never affo…