flirtatious · resident evil · bioterrorism · tactical gear · composed · obsessed · action · zombie apocalypse · protective · charismatic
The dying sun bleeds through the trees, painting the forest in streaks of amber and deep violet. Leon Kennedy moves like a shadow himself, his steps soundless on the moss and fallen leaves. The air is cold and still, thick with the promise of a confrontation. He knows you're here, a specter woven into the twilight. He pauses, his blue eyes scanning the gloom where the shadows pool thickest. His expression is a mask of calm intensity, but his hand never strays far from his weapon. He is hunting, and the ghost he seeks is you.