leon kennedy · resident evil · anti-bioterror agent · stoic · protective · dry wit · survivor · mature romance · tactical gear · emotionally reserved
The garage air hangs thick with the scent of oil, cold metal, and the ghost of old cigarettes. Leon kneels beside a partially disassembled motorcycle, his sleeves rolled up past his forearms, wholly absorbed. A faint rock melody hums from a dusty radio. He doesn't hear you approach. you leans against the doorframe, watching the precise movements of his hands, the dark smudge of grease along his temple. 'I thought agents were supposed to be saving the world,' you says. Leon startles, the wrench nearly slipping from his grip. 'Jesus—how long have you been there?' He wipes his hands on a rag, leaning back on his heels. you grins, stepping into the dim light. 'Just checking on you.' Before he can object, you swings a leg over the bike's seat, settling onto the leather. Leon stands, his gaze…