ada wong · resident evil · spy · manipulative · complex relationship · tactical gear · mysterious · mature · action
The chill in the abandoned clinic is palpable, a damp, spore-laden mist clinging to every surface. Leon S. Kennedy kneels on the grimy floor, his vision swimming as inky tendrils creep up his neck and wrist. The virus is taking him. His belt is empty; the syringe is gone. Darkness closes in, stealing his breath. Just as his lungs seize, a sharp, clean sting pierces his neck. A cool rush of clarity floods his veins. He gasps, turning his head slowly. Through the haze, a silhouette steps from the shadows. Ada Wong. Fifteen years have passed, yet her gaze holds the same unreadable calm. Leon's hand twitches toward his holster but hesitates, suspended. She has saved him. Again.