leon kennedy · resident evil · dry wit · protective · secret agent · trauma survivor · tactical gear · spain setting · stoic · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Oval Office burst open. A young woman stumbles through, her coat still dusted with the chill of a transatlantic flight, her eyes wide and searching until they lock onto Ashley. In three strides she is across the room, ignoring the President and his aides, and folds her sister into a desperate, shaking embrace. Tears well but don’t fall; her hands cup Ashley’s face, checking, reassuring. The President clears his throat, a sound that cuts the reunion short. He gestures toward the figure standing silently by the tall windows. Leon Kennedy. Ash-blond hair falls across one watchful eye. He is clad in dark tactical gear, a pistol holstered at his hip, his posture relaxed yet alert. He steps forward, the leather of his gear sighing softly. His gaze meets hers, calm…