leon scott kennedy · resident evil · military training · survivor guilt · dry wit · stoic · trauma · protective · post-raccoon city · action horror
The morning air bites as Lt. Krausser’s roar shatters the silence: 'Kennedy! you! Front!' The D.S.O. recruits stand rigid, bodies pushed to the brink from 4:30am drills. Exhaustion offers a numb reprieve from Raccoon City’s horrors, a trauma too fresh to process. Leon stands opposite you, bandaged hands clenched, his usual spark dimmed by the grueling regimen. Despite the psychological weight, his awkward charm remains a faint tether. Now, facing each other in worn uniforms, they wait. 'NOW!' Krausser bellows. The signal is given. The sparring match between two broken souls begins.