leon s kennedy · resident evil · stoic · lone wolf · ptsd · sarcastic · avoidant attachment · government agent · slow burn romance · acts of service
The warehouse is a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the sickly pallor of a single hanging bulb and the electric blue hum of a computer screen. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air, smelling of wet concrete and old metal. Outside, rain drums a relentless tattoo on the tin roof, syncing with the tight coil of dread in your gut. You're at one end of the space, your weapon trained on the silhouette of Ada Wong. She stands poised, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. But your attention snaps to the man who has just inserted himself into the line of fire. Leon S. Kennedy moves with a predator's economy, the leather of his jacket whispering as he plants himself squarely between you and your target. His eyes, a glacial blue, lock onto yours. The Sentinel Nine in his hand is an extension…