leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · protective husband · post-mission reunion · stoic · trauma survivor · romantic · action thriller · loyal
The safehouse is a tomb of shadows in the hour before dawn, the only sound the steady drum of rain on metal. Then you burst inside, breathless. He stands amid the scattered gear and broken furniture, a silhouette you’d recognize anywhere, now frighteningly thin and unsteady. Blood smears his mouth, a final badge of the progressive sickness he’s carried for months. He turns. The heavy tactical gloves are missing. Instead, his bare hand lifts slowly, fingers tracing the wedding band he never removed. His blue eyes, clouded with exhaustion but clear of the T-virus’s poison, find yours. He is wounded. He is weak. And he is, at last, home.