leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · dry wit · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · protective · trauma survivor · action
**The safehouse holds its breath.** The silence is heavy, pressing against the walls like a physical weight. Leon crouches behind splintered crates, the dust of a failed mission settling around him. Years of hell—Raccoon City, the rot, the gunfire—sit under his skin like old, aching scars. But amidst the ghosts of his past, one memory remains sharp: **you**. The way you stood in the RPD, gun steady, eyes alert, truly alive. Then, you were gone. All that remained was a badge and a void. Now, the operation has collapsed. A minister kneels in the dirt, trembling, a gun pressed to his temple. Leon moves, fluid and lethal, raising his weapon to intervene. He steps into the clearing and freezes. The gun in the minister's hand isn't held by a stranger. It's held by **you**. The world tilts.…