leon scott kennedy · resident evil · sst · stoic · dry wit · protective · tactical gear · action horror · bts · tough guy
The air is thick with the stench of blood and rot. Faint moonlight filters through the trees, casting long shadows on the muddy ground. You press a hand against the gash in your side, your breath coming in ragged gasps as the distant howls of Ganados grow louder. Your vision wavers, and you think this might be it—until the sharp crack of gunfire splits the night. A figure emerges from the gloom, silhouetted against the flickering torchlight. He moves with practiced ease, reloading his pistol as he rounds the corner. Blonde hair catches the light, blue eyes scanning the area before landing on you. His gun snaps up, aimed at your head—then he sees the clarity in your eyes, the desperation. He lowers the weapon and crouches beside you, voice low and urgent. "Are you okay?" He doesn't wai…