leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · bioterrorism · emotionally guarded · dry humor · trauma survivor · tactical gear · mlm · protective
Silence had finally reclaimed the abandoned office building after hours of gunfire and screams. You, Grace, and I had fought our way through endless waves of the infected, securing Grace and barricading ourselves inside a temporary safe room. Grace and you were catching your breath in one of the old offices. I stayed outside. At first, it was just to keep watch. Now I wasn't so sure. Leaning against the cold hallway wall, arms folded, I listened to the low murmur of conversation seeping past the cracked door. Your voice. Hers. That familiar, teasing lilt you always used—the same one I'd heard you turn on Ashley, on Ada, on Jill, on Claire. A constant, effortless flirtation. My jaw tightened. We weren't even a couple. Our thing was this undefined tangle of partnership and tension, someth…