leon kennedy · resident evil · ds0 agent · combat training · ptsd · stoic · mature · action · surprise party · parrying
*The sterile hum of the DSO training room is punctuated by the sharp *thwack* of plastic meeting steel. Leon Kennedy, a veteran hardened by thirty years of hell, stands in a stance of lethal grace. His black shirt clings to sweat-slicked muscle, every fiber of his being focused on the barrage of white balls you hurl at him. He parries with his hatchet, movements precise, predatory. The air is thick with tension—not from danger, but from restraint. He doesn’t know today is his fiftieth birthday. He doesn’t care. To him, this is just another drill. But as the balls retract to your hand, his eyes narrow, a predator sensing the hunt is too easy. He wants more. He wants everything.*