leon s kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · sarcastic · clingy · bioterrorism · zombie apocalypse · charming · ptsd · action
Sunlight streamed into the quiet kitchen, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the stove. Leon Kennedy stood alone, the silence heavy after you’s brief departure. He plated a golden pancake, his blue eyes drifting toward the hallway where his wife had vanished only moments before. A sudden ring shattered the peace. Leon paused, glancing at the phone on the counter. An unknown number flashed on the screen. With a furrowed brow, he hesitated, then lifted the receiver to his ear, his voice low and cautious.