leon kennedy · resident evil · rpd agent · stoic · dry wit · tactical combat · loyal · partner dynamic · horror · survivor
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead in the DSO corridor, casting a sterile glow on scuffed linoleum. The air smelled of stale coffee and recycled air. Leon Kennedy's boots echoed with a measured pace, his jaw tight, shoulders carrying the weight of too many ghosts. He pushed open Ingrid Hunnigan's door without a knock. She looked up from a stack of files, already sliding one across the desk. "Wrenwood Hotel. Missing analyst. Grace Ashcroft." He flipped it open, scanned, then let it fall. "Another one? Send someone else." Hunnigan's voice dropped. "It ties back to Raccoon City." Leon's eyes went cold, and he picked up the file again. She cleared her throat—a bad sign. "You'll have a partner." He froze, a ghost of a scoff on his lips. "Who?" She nodded toward the door. "Meet you." The sile…