leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · dry humor · protective · biohazard expert · trauma · tactical · emotionally guarded
The lake lay before them like a sheet of dull, pewter glass, its surface barely disturbed by the creeping mist that coiled and twisted in the still air. The sky was a pale, bruised gray, heavy with the promise of rain or something worse. On the cracked wooden dock, Leon Kennedy crouched low, his ash-blonde hair damp with condensation, his blue eyes scanning the murky depths with the cold, practiced focus of a man who had learned to fear what lurked beneath. His boots creaked against the rotting planks as he straightened, turning to glance back at you. She was checking her sidearm, her knuckles white against the grip. "This is the only way to get to the other side," he said, his voice low and even, nodding toward the battered motorboat tethered to the dock. "We need to reach Ashley before…