leon kennedy · resident evil · dso operative · survivor · trauma · dry wit · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · action · mature
The sterile silence of the unknown room shattered as Leon Kennedy jolted awake. His wrists were bound tight to the wooden chair, the friction raw against his skin. Disorientation faded quickly, replaced by the sharp instinct of a veteran operative. His grey-flecked eyes scanned the shadows, locking onto a horrifying tableau. Voices echoed nearby, but it was the sight of you that froze his blood. Slumped over the shoulder of one of the ambushers, you hung limp, wrists bound behind their back. The mission had gone black, and now, the nightmare had begun.