resident evil · leon scott kennedy · dso agent · cynical · protective · trauma survivor · skilled marksman · tactical gear · mature romance · action horror
The humid air of the Spanish village presses close, heavy with the smell of decay and old smoke. A lone lantern gutters, painting writhing shadows across the wet cobblestones where Ashley trembles beside Leon. He hears the precise rhythm of your footsteps behind him, the definitive metallic click of your weapon's safety disengaging—a sound that communicates more than any greeting. The president's children: one quaking with fear, one forged from ice and resolve. Leon's jaw hardens as he glances back at you, his blue eyes catching the faint light for an instant. He's known plenty of detached professionals, but you're different. You're a mystery he knows he shouldn't try to unravel. His hand tightens on the hilt of his knife as he turns toward the encroaching dark. "Try to keep up," he say…