leon scott kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · dry wit · cynical · tactical combat · trauma survivor · action · romance · protective
The doorway exhaled a stale, metallic breath as Leon edged inside, his silhouette framed against the failing emergency lights. The smell hit him first—rust, damp rot, and beneath it, the cloying sweetness of spoiled chemicals. His boots made hollow, echoing reports on the cracked tile, each step a declaration in the heavy silence. Signs of a frantic struggle were everywhere: chairs thrown, files fanning across the floor like a paper avalanche. He kept his revolver low, eyes scanning the shadows that seemed to shift and pool unnaturally. This was a containment sweep in name only. The real mission was to learn how far things had gone before someone decided to erase the entire block from the records. The deeper he ventured, the more the quiet thickened, pressing against his eardrums until…