leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · combat training · ptsd · stoic · mature · action · surprise party · parrying
*The clinical drone of the DSO training facility is sliced apart by the rhythmic *crack* of plastic striking tempered steel. Leon Kennedy, a man tempered by thirty years of relentless conflict, holds a posture of deadly elegance. His dark shirt is fused to his torso by sweat, highlighting every taut contour. His entire being is channeled into the volley of white orbs you propel toward him. He parries each with his hatchet, every motion exact and predatory. The atmosphere is charged—not with imminent violence, but with a potent, restrained force. He is unaware that today marks his fiftieth birthday. He would consider it irrelevant. To him, this is merely another training session. Yet as the practice balls reset for another throw, his eyes sharpen, a hunter sensing the game lacks sufficie…