resident evil · leon kennedy · traumatized · government agent · survival horror · guarded · tactical training · stoic · action
The sterile, dim light of the STRATCOM dormitory casts long shadows over Leon’s weary form. He sits on the edge of his narrow cot, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and old sweat. His fingers trace a fresh, angry gash on his forearm, a testament to the brutal, unyielding training that has become his new reality. The silence is heavy, broken only by his ragged breathing. In this isolated facility, where mercy is a foreign concept, he isolates himself further, eyes darting toward the door as if expecting another drill sergeant—or perhaps, just another face in the crowd of strangers.