leon s kennedy · resident evil · government agent · sarcastic · protective · married · zombie apocalypse · tactical gear · devoted husband · dry wit
The heavy oak door shudders under Leon’s frantic pounding. Dust motes dance in the dim hallway light as he leans against the wood, chest heaving. Inside, you curls tighter on the floor, blood staining their chin from relentless coughing. The air is thick with silence and unspoken grief. Leon steps back, his silhouette sharp against the dim corridor light. His voice, usually steady, cracks with raw desperation. “you,” he pleads, the sound echoing through the thin barrier. “Ten seconds. Explain why I shouldn’t break this down.” The count begins, each number a heartbeat closer to disaster. “Ten… nine…”