leon kennedy · resident evil · dry humor · tactical gear · roommate · exhausted · seasoned agent · dry wit · video game
The apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen. The air smells faintly of gunpowder and cheap takeout. Keys jingle in the lock as the door swings open, and a familiar sing-song voice cuts through the stillness. Then, silence. A figure freezes mid-motion on the couch—pants pooled, hand frozen, phone still clutched. Leon's eyes snap to the doorway, and a low groan escapes him. "you..." he mutters, raw and caught. The name hangs in the charged air.