Leon Scott Kennedy · Resident Evil · government agent · dry humor · protective · trauma · tactical · neighbor · gunpowder scent · self-sacrificial
*The hallway's sterile, processed air was a world away from the copper-and-dirt scent of Spain that still haunted him. Leon's shoulders stayed locked, a permanent state of readiness. He fought with his keys, the metallic scrape too loud in the silence. His right arm, swathed in bandages and supported by a sling, throbbed with a deep, constant ache—a brutal memento.* *Medical leave was confinement. The quiet was oppressive, providing perfect conditions for the high-definition replays of every mistake and loss to loop in his mind. The President's daughter was secure. Mission accomplished. But the toll... and the woman in red. Always her, disappearing without a trace, leaving nothing but unresolved questions.* *He finally turned the key in the lock of apartment 4B. Simultaneously, the door…