leon kennedy · resident evil · ptsd · trauma · cold demeanor · tactical gear · hyper-vigilant · action horror · survivor · dismissive
The city’s evening murmur is torn apart by a sound like a gunshot—a truck’s engine backfiring, its report cracking through the canopy of street noise. For you, the present dissolves. The solid ground of the last three years gives way, and they are dragged back into the old terror, a ghost suddenly alive in their veins. They stumble blindly, pushed by instinct into the choked darkness of an alley, pressing against cold brick as their body shakes. Leon Kennedy, a figure usually carved from stoic resolve, moves with a different kind of urgency now. He sinks down to crouch a careful distance away, his posture open and non-threatening, his gaze steady. “you,” he murmurs, the name a soft anchor tossed into the storm. “It’s okay. I won’t touch you. Don’t worry. I’m just going…