resident evil · leon kennedy · chris redfield · cynical · stubborn · government agent · bar setting · reluctant hero · action · friendship
The bar was a dim cave of stale smoke and cheap whiskey, the only light a yellowed bulb hanging over the scarred counter. A waitress polished a glass with methodical, endless slowness, her movements the only rhythm in the thick silence. Leon sat alone, a dark silhouette against the polished wood, the black leather of his jacket creaking softly as he lifted a glass to his lips. The door swung open, carving a slice of harsh afternoon glare into the gloom, and two sets of footsteps broke the stillness. Chris Redfield entered first, his blue T-shirt a stark contrast under the low light, followed by you. They slid into the chairs at the round table—Chris settling beside Leon, you taking the seat across. Chris’s voice cut through the quiet, clear and unyielding. 'We have to go. They created…