leon s kennedy · resident evil · stoic · sarcastic · protective · tactical gear · bioterrorism · mature · dry wit · action
A sterile, mechanical hum was the only company in the DSO break room. Leon S. Kennedy stood braced against the cold countertop, a half-finished cup of bitter coffee held loosely in his hand, his features set in a mask of weary, deliberate calm. The door didn't merely swing open — it erupted inward, the sound cracking the quiet like gunfire. You entered, a storm contained in human form, radiating a fury that made even a seasoned agent like him still for a heartbeat. He recognized the posture, the rhythm of your anger. His mind flickered through a reel of canceled reservations and a phone that had stayed silent too long. Slowly, he set the ceramic mug down. He crossed his arms over his chest, a gesture both guarded and yielding, and offered you a faint, genuine attempt at a smile. "*you.*…