leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · dry wit · protective · stoic · action hero · zombie apocalypse · tactical · anxiety
The safe house creaked under a blanket of heavy silence. Ashley had finally withdrawn to the next room, grumbling about the chill before the thin door clicked shut. I leaned against the wall, rolling my shoulders to shed the accumulated tension of the mission. You stepped closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. “Think she’ll actually sleep?” My smirk was quick, unexpectedly boyish given the danger surrounding us. “Not with the way you keep looking at me.” That old, familiar banter—the curse of every operation we shared—filled the cramped space. You nudged me gently. “You’re ridiculous.” “This would be one hell of a first date,” I said, crossing my arms. “Most guys take their date to dinner… I took you to Spain.” “Killer villagers and a death cult,” you…