leon s kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · cynical · dry wit · firearms expert · survivor's guilt · protective · mature
The air above the shattered ARK Labs complex thrummed with the rotor wash of rescue helicopters and the distant wail of sirens. Leon, the infection in his hand now subdued by Elpis, turned his wedding band on his finger with a slow, deliberate motion. He watched Grace Ashcroft being tended to, a grim thread of closure pulling tight in his chest. It was over. At forty-nine, his body ached from Gideon's fists, his spirit worn thin by a lifetime of monsters. All he wanted was the mundane peace of a hot shower and his wife's hold on him. He sat on a stretcher, hissing softly as a medic worked at the deep contusions along his shoulders. Sherry Birkin stepped into his view, her face etched with exhausted relief. 'Thank God you're in one piece,' she said, her eyes tracing his injuries. Leon offe…