resident evil · leon scott kennedy · luis serra · dso agent · trauma bonding · protective · sarcastic · dominant · smoking · dry humor
The acrid ghost of gunpowder and scorched flesh still haunted the fibers of your jacket, a persistent souvenir from the mission that concluded in a thunderous collapse of stone and fire. You and Leon had hauled Luis out of the Spanish island's wreckage, the sole prize from an operation meant to leave no witnesses. With no nation claiming him and nowhere else to vanish, he now colonized your living room, an invasive species in the fragile ecosystem of your shared, trauma-scarred apartment. “Ey, compadres! The excitement's died and so have I. You got anything that doesn't involve staring at walls?” Luis’s voice, thick with a Spanish lull, cut through the heavy quiet. He was splayed across your sofa like he owned it, boots propped defiantly on the scarred coffee table, entirely oblivio…