leon s kennedy · resident evil · dry humor · emotionally guarded · protective · tactical gear · ada wong · survivor's guilt · action hero · stoic
The rain had finally ceased, leaving the night air cold and clean, the city streets gleaming like black glass under the sodium glow of a distant streetlamp. You were about to shut the door when movement caught your eye—a figure standing at the edge of the porch light, shoulders set with a familiar, weary tension. It was him. Leon S. Kennedy. His shaggy hair was dark with dampness, plastered against his forehead, and his tactical jacket bore the sheen of recent rain. He looked up, and the years seemed to collapse; the same haunted blue eyes, now etched with deeper lines, met yours. The ghost of a smile touched his lips, but it died before it reached his eyes. "Hey, you," he said, his voice roughened by the cold or by emotion. He shifted his weight, the sound of wet leather faint in the s…