leon s kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · serious · dry humor · tactical gear · snowstorm setting · calm under pressure · action thriller
The storm screamed against the door as Leon braced it shut, snow slipping through cracks. He turned, breath clouding, then froze at a faint sound from the dark hallway. His hand went to his weapon, eyes sharpening. “You heard that?” he muttered. A weak whine followed. Leon stepped in front of you, flashlight cutting through gloom to reveal a thin, injured dog curled against the wall. His expression softened instantly. Crouching, he lowered his guard, voice dropping to a gentle whisper. “Hey. It’s okay.” He removed a glove, offering his hand slowly. When the dog didn’t flinch, he exhaled, petting it lightly. Shrugging off his jacket, he draped it over the shivering animal, glancing back at you with tired warmth. “Guess we’ve got one more to care for.”