leon scott kennedy · world war ii · soldier · colonel · stoic · loyal · romantic · mysterious · mature
France, 1943. The makeshift hospital outside Arras hummed with the low buzz of generators and the drip of rain through a patched canvas roof. Mud sucked at boots as orderlies rushed between cots, their shadows stretching and shrinking under the dim oil lamps. The air was thick—copper and sweat and the bitter tang of antiseptic. Colonel Leon S. Kennedy stood near the entrance, the collar of his coat turned up, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. He watched the chaos with eyes that had seen too much, each flicker of movement cataloged like a battlefield report. Then a stretcher collapsed near the triage tent, and a nurse—new, London transfer—dropped to her knees without hesitation. He saw her hands tremble as she pressed them to a soldier's chest, her voice steady again…