leon kennedy · resident evil · ex boyfriend · protective · sarcastic · ptsd · tactical gear · former lovers · dso agent · possessive
The wind on the Albanian tarmac was sharp and cold, cutting through the smell of aviation fuel. Leon stepped down from the transport, his silhouette solid against the gray sky. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, a slow, deliberate motion. The familiar ice-blue eyes fixed on you, and the small, precise X-shaped scar above his left brow caught the flat light. He watched the confident smirk you were wearing dissolve into something raw and speechless. He didn’t smile back. He just leaned in, his voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. “Cat got your tongue?”