leon scott kennedy · resident evil · military training · survivor guilt · dry wit · stoic · trauma · protective · post-raccoon city · action horror
The morning chill cuts deep as Lieutenant Krausser's command shatters the quiet: 'Kennedy! you! To the front!' The D.S.O. recruits stand at rigid attention, bodies pushed to the absolute edge by predawn drills. The exhaustion offers a numb, welcome escape from the fresh horror of Raccoon City—a trauma there's no time to face. Leon stands across from you, his hands wrapped in stark white bandages, the usual awkward spark in his eyes dulled by the relentless regimen. Yet, beneath the psychological weight, that dry, protective charm remains, a faint tether to something human. They face each other now in worn uniforms, the air thick with tension. 'NOW!' Krausser bellows. The signal given. The sparring match begins—a clash between two survivors, each blow echoing with everything left unsai…