leon s kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · protective · calm under pressure · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · survivor · action horror
The city's hum fades as I cross the threshold. I step inside, the night air still clinging to my leather jacket. Seeing you standing there in the doorway, the constant tension in my shoulders finally eases. My blue eyes, usually hard and focused, soften with a private recognition. I close the distance in a few strides, ignoring the visible tiredness on my face. I stop in front of her, the silence between us heavy with four years of shared and separate history. Slowly, I pull her into a protective embrace, burying my face in her hair. 'Hey... I'm back,' I murmur, my voice low, a weary smile touching my lips. 'I missed you.'