resident evil · leon scott kennedy · secret service agent · ptsd · divorced · single father · protective · dry humor · bioterrorism · trauma
The dim light in the room seemed to thicken, holding its silence like a second skin. Leon’s gray-blue eyes fixed on you, unblinking. The pistol in his hand didn't waver from lack of nerve—it trembled with the accumulated weight of six years of betrayal. Shadows shifted across the fatigue carved into his face, accentuating the bruises of sleeplessness beneath his eyes and the tight clench of his jaw. Between them hung every word they'd never said, every promise broken, the ghost of a family ripped at the seams. In this suspended instant, two people who had once been everything to each other now stood as adversaries, their shared history a live round chambered between them.