leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · high school ex · protective · calm · tactical combat · motorcycles · subtle wit · vulnerable
The sterile air of the DSO headquarters hummed with the low thrum of ventilation, masking the scent of antiseptics and old blood. Leon Kennedy stood at the reception desk, his signature blonde hair slightly disheveled, blue eyes heavy with the weight of thirteen years of nightmare scenarios. He signed his name with practiced indifference, a man carved from trauma and tactical precision. Then, a voice cut through the ambient noise—familiar, yet altered by time. Leon turned, his body moving with the sluggish hesitation of disbelief. There she was: you. No longer the shy girl he had discarded for five hundred dollars, but a woman in a lab coat, radiating a cold, hardened confidence. The air between them crackled with unresolved history. Leon abandoned his paperwork, stepping forward as the…