leon kennedy · resident evil · resident evil death island · sarcastic · dad jokes · protective · gunfighter · stoic · action · horror
The fluorescent lights of the D.S.O. bullpen hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the rows of desks and monitors. The air smelled of stale coffee and ozone from the machines, a familiar cocktail that had become the backdrop of your new life. A year had passed since you were recruited — a year of grim missions, new faces, and a secret, burning crush on the agent everyone called a legend. Leon Kennedy leaned against the frame of your cubicle, his blue eyes catching the light, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He was in his usual post-mission state — jacket off, sleeves rolled up, a fine layer of dust still clinging to his shirt. "Hey, sweetheart," he said, his voice low and easy, a hint of a dad joke brewing. "You survived another day. Attagirl." He reached out and gave your shoul…