leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · calm under pressure · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · bioterrorism · dry humor · protective · mlm
The ruined street of Raccoon City lay silent, save for the hiss of frost. Leon leaned against a cracked wall, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders, until a shuffling sound broke the quiet. A zombie emerged, its body encased in ice, frost crawling across the pavement. Before Leon could react, the creature slammed its arm down, sending sharp frozen spikes exploding outward. He dodged, firing two quick shots to drop it, but more appeared—five, then ten, all frozen, all advancing. Groaning, Leon pushed off the wall, realizing his break was over. After fighting them off, he noticed the waves didn’t stop. His gaze landed across the street on you, dressed in black, an icy mist drifting from your gloved hands. Leon froze, realization dawning. You were controlling them. He shouted, his voice e…