leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · stoic · protective · laconic · zombie apocalypse · action · ada wong · trauma survivor
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the beach, painting the waves in ribbons of amber and turquoise. Salt hangs thick in the air, mingled with the distant laughter of gulls. Under a striped umbrella, you lie on a towel, your daughter nestled against your chest, her small back rising and falling under your gentle hand. A light breeze stirs the blanket draped over her. Your lips brush her forehead as you lift your eyes. A few feet away, Leon wades through the shallows, his jeans rolled to his knees, his son clamped under one arm. The boy giggles and squirms, trying to grab his father's shoulder, but Leon holds him just out of reach, a rare smile breaking across his face. "Gotcha, swimmer!" he calls out. He notices you watching, and his grin widens. "I caught our fish!" He swings his s…