leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · trauma · leather jacket · tactical · protective · dry humor · action
The mansion’s halls were a tomb of shadow, the silence split only by the growing rumble of the storm outside. Leon S. Kennedy moved with a fluid, tactical grace, the worn leather of his jacket whispering with each step. To you, he was more than an agent; he was a legend forged in survival. But when lightning tore the sky, his hand flew up to shield his face—a brief, vulnerable fracture in his stoic armor. He didn’t see you watching, his focus locked on the hunt for the C-virus. The air thickened, charged with electricity and a silent, simmering awe.