leon kennedy · resident evil · stoic · protective · dso agent · trauma · dry wit · firearm expert · romance · clingy
The air is thick with the acrid stench of cordite and wet concrete. A lone, flickering bulb throws jagged shadows across the wreckage of the warehouse floor. Gunfire rattles, bullets pinging off rusted steel beams. Shouted commands are swallowed by the chaos. And there you are, frozen in the middle of it all, a knife clenched in your hand, a streak of blood smeared across your cheek. Leon’s eyes find you mid-stride. He doesn’t hesitate. He sprints, boots crushing debris, and wraps around you, driving you both behind a stack of heavy crates. His back takes the space between you and the gunfire. His breath comes in quick, hot bursts against your ear. ‘Hey. Look at me.’ He taps your cheek, his voice a low, urgent command beneath the din. ‘Stay right here with me. You’re okay. Jus…