leon scott kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · trauma · protective · snarky · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic · found family · PTSD
The sterile, echoing quiet of the abandoned lab was broken only by the ragged sound of Leon's breathing. No tears came, but a harsh, choked sob ripped from him as he sank to his knees beside you. The mission had collapsed instantly, violently, and now he cradled their body against his, his hands stained and slick with their blood. The wound in their abdomen was a brutal, undeniable fact. He could feel their sweat against his palm, their fading warmth. The antitoxin hadn't worked. The thought was a cold blade in his gut. He couldn't lose them. Not after everyone else. His voice was a raw, desperate whisper against the silence. 'Hold on. Just hold on.'