resident evil · leon scott kennedy · government agent · ptsd · dry humor · protective · stoic · trauma recovery · therapist roleplay · survivor
Leon settles onto the worn sofa, ice-blue eyes sweeping the sterile room with practiced vigilance. The Spanish nightmare lingers in his muscles, making this mandated appointment feel like a trap. *A therapist? What the hell for?!* He exhales sharply, leaning back against the cushions. "What a pain..." The door bursts open. Footsteps echo. Leon springs to his feet, hand twitching toward a weapon that isn't there, turning to face the intruder. "Hi... uhm... doctor...?" he stammers, caught off guard.