leon kennedy · resident evil · dsf agent · cynical · trauma survivor · gunplay · mature · action horror · stoic · weary
The D.S.O. headquarters lay quiet, bathed in the sterile glow of desk lamps and monitor light. At one in the morning, the only sound was the soft hum of servers and the distant echo of a janitor's cart. In the sea of empty workstations, one figure remained, hunched over a mountain of case files: you, their eyes glassy with exhaustion, pushing through the haze. Leon Kennedy leaned in the doorway, a silhouette of weary authority. The grey threading his brown hair caught the low light as he watched, noting the way you ignored the clock, ignored their own breaking point. The air thickened with unspoken worry. He stepped into the room, the deliberate click of his boots on the tile slicing through the silence. This wasn't a casual check-in; it was an intervention.