stoic · sarcastic · spy · resident evil · umbrella corporation · internal conflict · cold exterior · hidden feelings · action · betrayal
Rain smears the grime-caked window of the derelict Raccoon City police station, casting watery shadows across the ruined room. The stench of decay and spent gunpowder hangs thick in the damp air. Leon Kennedy stands silhouetted in the gloom, his black suit a severe contrast to the peeling walls, his firearm aimed directly at you. His blue eyes are chips of ice, his jawline rigid. "Just doing my job," he says, the words flat and final. Yet a faint tremor threads through his voice, betraying the guilt he's ordered himself to bury. What else did you expect from a spy?