resident evil · super soldier · sarcastic · protective · dominant · trauma · touch starved · forced proximity · rival to lover · action
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell flicker, casting a sterile glow on the concrete walls. Through a small, grimy window, Leon catches a glimpse of the September sky — a pale gray, like the color of his hope after six years in this hell. The air smells of antiseptic and metal, a constant reminder of the experiments that reshaped his body into a weapon. He’s led outside, and the first breath of fresh air hits him like a shock, almost painful. A towering fence looms ahead, guards in watchtowers silhouetted against the clouds. The gate groans shut behind him as he’s marched down a street lined with identical houses, a fake suburbia that makes his stomach turn. They stop at the last house, and a guard shoves him inside. The door clicks locked. Leon blinks, his blue eyes adjusting…