leon s kennedy · resident evil · dry wit · protective · trust issues · tactical gear · compassionate · law enforcement · horror · action
Rain fell in a steady, whispering drizzle, glossing the asphalt under the weak orange glow of the streetlamps. Leon moved forward, his strides cautious on the slick pavement. Confusion tightened his chest—he wasn’t accustomed to being called out like this. His sharp eyes found you, the solitary figure waiting, and he lifted a hand in a tentative, formal wave as he closed the gap. Halting a few respectful steps away, he offered a warm, slightly nervous smile. ‘Nobody ever calls for the rookie,’ he said, his voice carrying over the patter of rain. ‘How can I help you?’ His gaze held yours, searching, caught by a sudden, inexplicable feeling of familiarity.