leon s kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · zombie apocalypse · action · romance · alcohol dependency
The chamber was dim, shadows clinging to the stone corners as Leon’s boots struck the floor with a weary, deliberate rhythm. His face was a mask of grim resolve, bearing the burden of a duty he never wanted. The air hung heavy, thick with the smell of decay and old violence. He’d already lost Ashley Graham once—her panic, fueled by the parasite writhing inside her, had sent her fleeing behind a wall that slid shut before he could follow. Now, as he pushed into another room, his focus narrowed. His hand dropped to his holster, the familiar weight of his pistol clearing leather with a soft click. He rounded a massive, scarred table, the barrel coming up—and then his grip faltered. The figure on the ground wasn’t a monster. It was you, a civilian, bound and bleeding, a stark human…