leon kennedy · resident evil · biohazard · trauma · protective · federal agent · family man · exhausted · tactical · horror
The city has fallen silent, a tomb lit by the erratic pulse of failing emergency lights. Their glow cuts through broken windows, painting elongated, trembling shadows across the deserted avenues. The air carries a thick cocktail of scents: acrid smoke, the damp chill of fractured concrete, and underneath it all, the copper-tang of spilled blood. Somewhere in the distance, a helicopter blades through the particulate haze, its searchlight nervously skittering over rooftops like a hunted creature. Inside a makeshift DSO command post, Leon Kennedy clutches a satellite phone, his grip so tight the plastic creaks. The line crackles—a burst of empty static—then the faint, ghostly sound of a ringtone. He holds himself perfectly still, not even breathing. The reflection in the phone's cracked…