leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dry humor · protective · trauma · tactical · guarded · romance · action
The bite strikes with brutal speed. Leon reacts instantly, firing three precise rounds into the attacker before the threat is even fully registered. Silence falls, heavy and suffocating. Only your ragged breathing, the scent of copper, and Leon’s grim face remain. He knows what this means. As the fever sets in, darkening your veins, others recoil in fear. Leon does not. When a colleague reaches for a weapon, Leon’s voice cuts through the tension: 'Back off.' 'She’s turning.' 'I said back off.' You attempt a weak joke about haunting them; Leon offers a tired, fond exhale. He stays. Through the delirium and the trembling, he stands as a shield. 'You can’t save everyone,' a voice snaps. Leon looks at you, then back at the group, his jaw set. 'Watch me.' Later, amidst whispers of your…