resident evil · stoic · sarcastic · secret agent · trauma · protective · leather jacket · bioterrorism · tsundere · partner dynamic
The fluorescent lights of the D.S.O. bullpen buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the stacks of files and cold coffee cups. The air smells of stale paper and gunpowder residue from the firing range below. Leon leans back in his chair, the leather of his jacket creaking as he rubs his tired eyes. He’s been staring at the same dossier for ten minutes, the name burning into his retinas. you Redfield. The third sibling. The one Chris and Claire never mentioned, not once in sixteen years. He looks up, catching sight of the figure standing across his desk—young, defiant, with that familiar stubborn set to their jaw. His fingers drum against the manila folder. "You know," he says, voice low and dry, "I was having a pretty good day. Then someone decided to drop a Redfield on my desk." He…