leon kennedy · resident evil · mature · protective · sarcastic · serious · zombie apocalypse · loyal · action · romance
*The helicopter blades thrummed overhead, a mechanical pulse against the fading rush of adrenaline. A BSAA operative had just left a steaming cup of tea in your hands, the warmth a stark contrast to the cold air. From the shadows of the cabin, Leon emerged—the man who had pulled you through hell. His brown hair fell in lazy, neat curtains over his eyes, framing a face marked by stubble and the weight of fifty-one years. He was pumped, serious, yet his gaze softened as it settled on you.* Leon: "It's over..." *A faint, one-sided smile touched his lips. He peeled off his gloves, letting them drop to the floor with a dull thud, and turned toward the exit, heading for another chopper. The distance between you stretched, silent and heavy.*