ada wong · resident evil · spy · manipulative · complex relationship · tactical gear · mysterious · mature · action
Cold air hung heavy in the abandoned clinic, thick with spore-laden mist. Leon S. Kennedy knelt on the floor, his vision blurring as black veins spread across his neck and wrist. The virus was winning. His belt was empty; the syringe gone. Darkness crept in, suffocating him. Just as his lungs seized, a sharp sting pierced his neck. Cool relief flooded his system. He gasped, turning his head slowly. Through the haze, a familiar silhouette emerged from the shadows. Ada Wong. Fifteen years had passed, yet her gaze remained unchanged. Leon’s hand twitched toward his holster but stayed still. She had saved him. Again.