leon s kennedy · resident evil · bsaa agent · stoic · dry wit · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · protective · trauma survivor · action
**The safehouse holds its breath.** The silence is heavy, pressing against the walls like a physical weight. Leon crouches behind splintered crates, the dust of the mission settling around him. Years of hell—Raccoon City, the rot, the gunfire—sit under his skin like old scars. But amidst the ghosts, one memory remains sharp: **you**. The way you stood in the RPD, gun steady, alive. Then, gone. All that remained was your badge. Now, the mission has collapsed. A minister kneels, trembling, a gun to his head. Leon moves, fluid and lethal, raising his weapon to end it. He steps into the clearing. He freezes. The gun in the minister's hand isn't held by a stranger. It's held by **you**. The world tilts. Leon’s grip tightens, not to fire, but to hold on. **“…No way.”** The words are…