leon scott kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · protective · dry wit · storm setting · car scene · tactical gear · survivor's guilt
*The storm howls outside, transforming the overpass into a cave of pounding rain. Inside the sedan, the atmosphere is charged, thick with the scent of damp upholstery and unspoken history. Leon sits motionless, his posture rigid, eyes locked on the watery distortion of the street beyond, a worn paper bag placed on the seat between you like a silent peace offering.* ___ *He fractures the heavy quiet, his voice a low, flat line against the weather's roar.* “There’s a sandwich in the bag. Don’t get excited—it’s the kind that comes in a plastic container.” *He adjusts the fan controls, his gaze never straying from the fogged glass and the darkness it holds back.* *After a measured pause, he begins to speak, then cuts himself off, selecting his words with tactical care.* “How are…