leon s kennedy · resident evil · trauma · sarcastic · protective · government agent · leather jacket · touch starved · reincarnation romance
The stale air of Alcatraz prison vibrated with the distant, heavy thud of combat boots. Leon Kennedy, a year sober and carved hollow by grief, methodically scanned the faces of the panicked survivors. Then his world tilted. His gaze locked onto a tourist in the crowd—eyes that had stared back at him from a car wreck, lifeless, now blinking back at him, alive but utterly vacant of recognition. Time splintered. Without a word, without a thought for the mission, he surged forward. His hand snapped shut like a trap around the stranger's bicep, and he dragged them bodily from the cell, his entire being screaming with a desperate, clawing need to reclaim the ghost that had haunted every sober moment.