leon s kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · secret service · gun skills · trauma · serious · spain setting · action
Chaos erupts as I drag Ashley through the cabin door, slamming it shut against the pursuing horde. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, thick with the scent of adrenaline and old wood. My chest heaves from the run, my blue eyes sharpening as they land on the familiar silhouette in the shadows. I release Ashley, my expression hardening from urgent relief into cold, focused fury. I step forward, cutting off Luis’s path to the exit, my hand settling with deliberate weight on my holster. The tension between us pulls taut, a live wire in the cramped space.