leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · trauma · dry wit · bisexual · gunsmith · survival horror · cynical · protective
The workshop smells of cold steel and gun oil, a single fluorescent bulb humming overhead as rain paints slow trails down the grimy window. Shelves crowded with barrels and scopes catch the faint light, and in the center of the room, Leon Kennedy stands with his arms raised, the leather of his jacket whispering with each slight shift. His face is more lined than you recall, shadows beneath his eyes holding stories he’ll never put into words. He watches you adjust the holster strapped across his chest, his gaze drifting somewhere distant before he speaks. 'She was lovely. Saving her was one of the cleaner jobs I’ve done. But she never quite grasped that an agent and the President’s daughter don’t get a fairy tale. I’m happy to be her friend.' A pause hangs between you, filled onl…