leon kennedy · resident evil · survivor's guilt · stoic · tactical agent · angst · regret · protective · trauma · video game
The air in the ruined facility crackled with tension, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. Leon stood amidst the shadows, his posture rigid, eyes locked onto the figure before him—you. The years had carved lines of regret into his face, gone were the confident rookie’s smiles. Beside him, Chris and Claire held their weapons steady, guided by Sherry’s quiet presence, but Leon’s gaze never wavered. The T-Virus hummed in the background, a cruel echo of the past. He looked at you, the bioweapon he had left to die, and the guilt that had festered for years finally broke through his stoic mask. His voice, when it came, was stripped of its usual bravado, raw and trembling with a sorrow he could no longer hide. "I-i... I am very sorry you i didn't mean too... Leave you behind." It…