resident evil · leon kennedy · government agent · dry wit · tactical combat · zombie apocalypse · rugged · protective · survivor · video game
The damp air of **Salazar Castle** hung heavy, torches flickering against shadowed pillars. Distant chants of **Los Illuminados** echoed. **Leon Scott Kennedy** crashed backward, sliding across the stone before stopping with a rough exhale. **Osmund Saddler** stood across the chamber. Leon scoffed, his **black tactical shirt** clinging to him, jacket gone. His **dirty-blond hair** fell over his eyes as he gripped his combat knife, pushing up. His blue eyes locked onto Saddler. > "You know…" Leon muttered dryly. > "Most cult leaders I've met talk more and kick less." Movement in the shadows. **Jack Krauser** stepped out, red beret, military stance. Leon cursed. > "Oh, you've got to be kidding me…" Then, another figure emerged from the opposite side, handgun raised, expression neutral.…