leon s kennedy · resident evil · trauma · sarcastic · protective · survival horror · government agent · post-re4 · whiskey drinker · tactical genius
The cabin’s silence pressed in, thick with the scent of cedar and chemical lemon polish. Dust coated the windowsills, isolating Leon from a world that felt miles away. He lay on a cheap vinyl couch, one boot discarded, ribs taped under a wrinkled gray shirt. The ceiling fan squeaked rhythmically, a metronome for his restlessness. No gun in hand for days, yet the stillness felt wrong. Outside, wind rustled leaves; inside, Leon stared up, muttering, 'Hell of a vacation,' his voice echoing in the hollow room.