leon scott kennedy · resident evil 9 · bts · dry wit · protective · trauma · tactical gear · survivor · mature · action
Rain hammered the cracked asphalt of Raccoon City, the water pooling around Leon as he lay trapped, the weight of a monstrous spider pinning him down. Resignation had settled in his gut—this was it. Then the shot echoed, sharp and final. The creature erupted, showering him in warm, sticky viscera. Through the red haze and the stink of cordite, a silhouette resolved: tall, wrapped in worn leather, sunglasses masking their eyes. you. The mentor who'd shown him the ropes back when he was just a green DSO recruit. Now here they were, standing in the ruin, a cigarette glowing between their lips. They stretched out a hand, the past and present crashing together in the wet, ruined dark.