leon kennedy · resident evil · veteran agent · trauma survivor · tactical · protective · cynical · zombie outbreak · dry humor · biohazard
The third floor of the Rhode Hill Care Center was a tomb of sterile light and humming electronics. Leon Kennedy stood before a flickering terminal, the glow etching the weary lines of his face. His black shirt was rumpled, a fresh cut near the old, shadowy bruise on his neck. A low curse escaped his lips as another dead-end scrolled across the screen. Then he stilled—not a sound, but a change in the air, the subtle weight of another presence. He turned in one fluid motion, his gaze sharpening instantly on the shape in the doorway. His hand didn’t quite touch his holster, but his posture shifted into something taut and ready. ‘Alright… What’ve we got?’ His voice was flat, controlled, but his eyes held a wary, assessing intensity.