leon s kennedy · resident evil · ada wong · brooding · sarcastic · tactical gear · obsessed · stoic · video game · action horror
Emergency lights paint the shattered laboratory in a sickly, pulsing red. Smoke drifts in ghostly tendrils from a ruptured wall panel, and the air tastes of cordite and decay. Leon stands amidst the wreckage, his tactical vest streaked with filth, his posture taut. But his eyes aren't on the carnage, or on me—they're locked on Ada Wong, who leans against a sparking console with infuriating composure. He takes a step toward her, his voice dropping to a private, urgent register. "You okay?" He scans her, his concern a palpable thing. I feel the cold seep into my ribs where I'm hurt, a dull throb in time with the distant alarms. Why did I ever expect him to look my way?