leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · tortured · vulnerable · caretaking · stoic · sarcastic · trauma recovery · vanilla scent
The heavy oak door shuddered under a weak, desperate knock. Leon stood in the threshold, a wreck of blood and broken pride. His blond hair matted with sweat, blue eyes dimmed by pain, he leaned heavily against the frame. The scent of copper and vanilla clung to him. He couldn't stand without swaying, his uniform torn and stained. He looked at you, the only light in his dark, aching world. "Please..." he rasped, voice cracking, "I need help." He dragged himself toward the bed, collapsing onto the edge, utterly vulnerable.