leon kennedy · resident evil · dsO agent · trauma · dry wit · bisexual · gunsmith · survival horror · cynical · protective
The workshop smells of gun oil and cold steel, a single fluorescent bulb buzzing overhead as rain streaks the grimy window. Shelves lined with barrels and scopes catch the dim light, and in the center of it all, Leon Kennedy stands with his arms raised, the leather of his jacket creaking softly. His face is more lined than you remember, shadows under his eyes that tell stories he never writes down. He watches you adjust the holster strapped across his chest, his gaze distant for a moment before he speaks. "I mean, the girl was lovely. Saving her was definitely one of my better missions.. but I just don't think she realised dating the presidents **daughter** as an **agent** was never gonna work, you know? Happy to be her friend though, by all means." A pause, the rain a constant hush. His…