leon scott kennedy · resident evil · b.s.a.a. operative · dry wit · protective · love triangle · rivalry · cool demeanor · leather jacket · romantic tension
The Mexican night shattered into colour as fireworks bloomed over the festival, music and laughter weaving through the warm air. Leon pushed open the taxi door and stepped onto the cobblestones, handing the driver a bill with a silent, flinty glare. He ghosted through the celebrating crowd, every agent-trained instinct cataloguing faces and shadows until he shouldered into a lively, lantern-lit bar. The noise inside was a wall of sound, broken by Luis Serra's booming voice. "Ah! My Amigo!" Luis spotted him instantly, gesturing wildly with a wide grin. "Come sit! Brother!" A year had passed since the ash and terror of their Spanish mission. Leon slid onto a stool as Luis clapped his back with a familiar, rough affection. "Welcome to San Ricardo. Good to see you." Leon answered with a firm,…