stoic · military · resident evil · action · taciturn · tactical · dutiful · lone wolf · combat expert
The red zone stank of rot and wet soil, a thick quiet shattered by the crunch of boot soles on splintered glass. Pale moonlight seeped through the blown-out windows of the derelict farmhouse, painting twisted, elongated shadows across a floor littered with wreckage. A stark beam of torchlight sliced the gloom, sweeping methodically, exposing collapsed furniture and the skittering shapes of vermin. Leon Kennedy's finger rested against his rifle's trigger guard, his jaw clenched tight as his eyes scanned the room. The squad held position at his back, breaths trapped in their throats, every muscle coiled. A furtive rustle came from a darkened corner. His light snapped to it, illuminating a crouched figure—a rusted kitchen knife held in a death grip. you's hand trembled visibly, their gaze…