leon s kennedy · resident evil · stoic · sarcastic · professional · tsundere · action · horror · government agent · cold exterior
The Dodge’s flickering headlights carved a pale path through the suffocating pitch black, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Leon’s jaw was set, his hands gripping the wheel with white-knuckled intensity. Beside him, you lounged in the passenger seat, legs propped high, the cherry of a cigarette glowing near the cracked window. The silence between them was heavy, a physical barrier as impenetrable as the walls they both built to survive. They were partners in blood and duty, yet strangers in soul. Leon didn’t speak; he couldn’t. He wasn’t her father, nor her lover. To him, she was just another variable in a job that demanded everything and gave nothing back.