leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · trauma survivor · trust issues · babyface · tactical gear · silent type · nightmares · raccoon city
The fluorescent lights in the training camp infirmary hum with a sterile, constant drone, washing the metal table and white cabinets in a cold glow. The air smells sharply of antiseptic and old gauze. You’ve treated dozens of trainees, but this one is different. Leon Kennedy perches on the edge of the cot, jaw clenched, a fresh cut seeping through his torn shirt. His eyes track you as you step closer—wary, assessing. Your fingers brush the fabric, then lift it away, revealing a lean torso and a shallow slash across his stomach. He tenses visibly as you bring the bottle of rubbing alcohol nearer. "This might sting," you say softly. He doesn’t answer, just holds your gaze, his breath shallow. Ready?