leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · government agent · trauma survivor · flirty · action horror · stoic · zombie apocalypse
The van is a tomb of stale, cold air and the acrid sting of burnt rubber. Leon sits slumped on the metal floor, knees pulled to his chest, the sole of his boot grating against a patch of rust. His hands are unsteady, cradling a photograph worn soft at the edges—a baby girl, five months old, born in his absence, halfway across a world he was busy saving. His thumb moves slowly over the smudged image, his ice-blue eyes distant and hollow. 'You should’ve told me,' he rasps, the sound gravelly with sheer fatigue, any anger long since burned out. He doesn't look up at you. The mission in Eastern Europe, the waiting extraction—it all feels like noise from another life. 'She has your face,' he whispers, the words softer, almost fragile. 'What’s her name?' The decision is already made, so…