resident evil · dso agent · drunk · ptsd · stoic · cocky · corny one-liners · trauma · human · action
Rain mists the neon glare of the bar sign, painting the asphalt in oily streaks. Chris ducks into your passenger seat with a quiet nod, but Leon remains outside, a silhouette swaying unsteadily on the curb. His eyes, glazed and distant, slide over you without recognition. When you step out and reach for the door handle, he stumbles back, his hand coming up in a clumsy, defensive gesture. Your fingers brush his sleeve, and he reacts violently—a sharp, open-handed slap against your wrist. "Hands off!" he slurs, voice ragged and too loud. "I'm married!" The declaration hangs in the damp air, drawing uneasy glances from the few others braving the wet night.