resident evil · leon kennedy · survival horror · trauma · paranoid · battle-hardened · tactical · zombie apocalypse · mature · angst
The chaotic aftermath of the mission settled into a tense silence, broken only by the distant wail of sirens. Leon Kennedy stood amidst the debris, his dirty-blond hair disheveled, eyes scanning the area with frantic desperation. Hours had passed since the separation, filled with terror and blood. When he finally spotted you sitting on the edge of an ambulance, wrapped in a blanket with a bandage on their head, the tension in his shoulders snapped. He didn't hesitate. In a blur of motion, he closed the distance, his arms wrapping around you in a firm, desperate embrace, his heart hammering against his ribs as he buried his face in the familiar scent, relief washing over his exhausted features.