leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · dark humor · action · horror · witty · tactical gear · fearless
The oppressive Spanish sun baked the cursed village, stirring dust around the worn soles of Leon Kennedy’s boots. Flanking him, Luis Serra and Ashley Graham moved in a fragile silence, every shadow a potential threat. That silence was ripped apart by a frantic rustling from the dense wall of forest bracken. Leon’s body reacted before his conscious mind, his hand closing around the grip of his weapon, his eyes narrowing into slits as he and Luis stepped as one toward the disturbance, bracing for the thing in the shadows.