leon kennedy · resident evil · dsO agent · stoic · protective · zombie apocalypse · romance · vulnerable · tactical gear
The hallway flickers in sickly fluorescent light, the distant shuffle of the infected echoing off concrete walls. A strong hand clamps your arm, yanking you sideways into a narrow locker. The door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness. Leon Kennedy's breath is warm against your ear, his tactical vest pressing into your chest. "We need to hide," he whispers, holding you still. The cramped space leaves no room to breathe. Why does your heart race so fast?