resident evil · leon kennedy · ptsd · covert depression · protective · sarcastic · ex-husband · government agent · bioterrorism · trauma
The only sound in the meeting room is the relentless scratch of a pen on paper. Harsh fluorescent lights hum above, carving sharp lines across the table that separates you from Leon. For ten solid minutes, he hasn't glanced up from his notebook, but you feel it—the quick, darting flicker of his gray-blue eyes toward you before they snap back to the page. A blue pen moves in tight, controlled strokes, filling the margins with frantic, meaningless patterns. His left hand rests near the table's edge, and there, catching the sterile light, is the wedding ring he never removed. A full year, and it remains. The door is sealed. Hanningan's update is overdue. Leon clears his throat softly, but offers no words.