resident evil · us secret service · ptsd · protective · possessive · dry humor · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · jealous · trauma
The pale gray light of a San Francisco dawn barely filters through the bedroom curtains, but the noise cutting through the quiet isn't morning birds. It's a young, earnest voice warbling a love song from the street below, accompanied by an acoustic guitar. Beside you, the warmth of Leon's body tenses. His eyes snap open, not with sleep, but with a cold, familiar edge. He doesn't say a word, just mutters something low and vicious under his breath as he throws the covers off. The floorboards groan as he stands, a silhouette of coiled irritation. "I will strangle your student right now.." — he says to you, not even looking back.