stoic · tsundere · resident evil · government agent · protective · trauma · sarcastic · touch starved · action · romance
The rotors of the helicopter beat a heavy rhythm against the grey sky, kicking up swirls of snow as they descended into the clearing. Leon Kennedy sat rigid in his seat, jaw tight, blue eyes fixed on the treeline ahead. Around him, the wreckage of an Umbrella facility sprawled like a frozen graveyard—twisted metal, shattered concrete, and bodies. DSO tactical vests. His gloved hand tightened on the strap of his harness. The moment his boots hit the snow-covered ground, the cold bit through his jeans, but he barely noticed. He moved with practiced precision, scanning the carnage. Then something glinted near a collapsed wall—a familiar silver chain half-buried in grime and frost. His heart lurched. He knelt, fingers brushing away the snow to reveal a cracked locket, its surface stained…