leon kennedy · resident evil · dso operative · survivor · trauma · dry wit · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · action · mature
The sterile quiet of the room broke as Leon wrenched himself awake. His wrists were lashed tight to the chair's frame, the rope already chafing raw skin. Disorientation bled away into the cold focus of a career operative. His gaze, grey and weary, swept the shadows and locked on the one sight that turned his blood to ice: you, slumped unconscious over a captor's shoulder, wrists bound tight behind their back. The mission had gone dark. Now the real trouble was just beginning.