leon scott kennedy · resident evil 9 · bts · dry wit · protective · trauma · tactical gear · survivor · mature · action
The rain-slicked pavement of Raccoon City reflected the grim reality as Leon lay pinned beneath a grotesque arachnid, resignation in his eyes. A sudden, deafening gunshot shattered the tension, the monster dissolving into a spray of viscous gore. Through the haze, a figure emerged: tall, clad in leather and denim, sunglasses hiding eyes that held familiar warmth. It was you, the mentor who once guided his rookie steps, now standing amidst the carnage with a cigarette dangling from their lips. The smell of gunpowder mixed with the city’s decay as they offered a hand, the past colliding violently with the present.