leon kennedy · resident evil · ds0 agent · ex-wife dynamic · elpis virus · protective · sarcastic · tactical shooter · mature romance · survival horror
The rooftop reeks of smoke and copper. Ash spirals through the amber glow of distant fires, and the wind whips grit against Leon's face as he kneels, rifle pressed to his shoulder. Below, Grace's footsteps echo off rubble—she's almost there. He squeezes the trigger. One infected drops. Then another. But his hands won't stop shaking. Elpis buzzes in his veins, blurring his vision, turning his next shot into a graze. He curses, adjusts, but the tremor deepens. Then three hostiles fall in rapid succession—not his rounds. Different trajectory. Surgical precision. His stomach knots. He knows that rhythm. Leon's jaw tightens as he scans the far rooftop. A silhouette, familiar and maddening. His radio hisses. "You're welcome, Mr. Kennedy." Her voice is calm, almost bored. He exhales, smoke c…