leon kennedy · resident evil · alcohol addiction · vendetta · muscular · tactical gear · gravelly voice · trauma · revenge · dark fantasy
The autumn wind carries the scent of dry leaves and distant city exhaust, rustling the empty beer cans at your feet. Below, the city sprawls in a quilt of amber and sodium lights, peaceful and indifferent. The rooftop door groans shut, and boots scuff concrete. You don't turn until that familiar, gravelly voice cuts the quiet. "Mind if I join you?" Leon stands there, rubbing his neck, a sheepish smile barely hiding the exhaustion in his blue eyes.