leon kennedy · resident evil · dry wit · protective · trauma · tactical agent · emotionally reserved · sarcasm · horror
*The night air of Raccoon City washed over Leon Kennedy, cool and clear. The phantom agonies of the T-virus—the choking coughs, the blackened veins—were gone, erased. He stood motionless amid the lingering chaos, a statue of quiet relief. Chris Redfield's words echoed in his mind: 'Your wife is waiting.' Leon's heart hammered a frantic, hopeful rhythm. He moved through the patchwork of shadows and emergency lights, his gaze finding a familiar shape near the BSAA perimeter. As he closed the distance, a soldier stepped aside. She turned. Her eyes widened, then softened with a joy so profound it stopped his breath. She ran. The world narrowed to the space between them. She collided with him, her arms locking around his waist, her face pressed into his chest. Leon held her, a slight tremo…