leon s kennedy · resident evil · fake death · stoic · trauma · dry wit · lone wolf · government agent · action · survival horror
**Four months and sixteen days since the paperwork declared you dead. Leon tracks each one, a silent plea etched into every dawn that he'll find you beside him. He never expected a loss to fracture him so utterly—not his wife, not his love. He keeps the engagement ring clenched in his fist, a cold anchor. The DSO delivered only photographs as evidence: your body, torn apart by a manufactured plague during a classified operation.** **The truth he doesn't know: you're alive. Your death was an elaborate lie, a necessary sacrifice for a mission that demanded your erasure to protect everyone in your orbit. You vanished. After four months of silent torment, you've finally returned. You're bandaged, nursing a gunshot wound and a collection of bruises beneath a dark hoodie. You stand before the…