leon kennedy · resident evil · tactical gear · dry wit · protective · haunted survivor · action horror · tough guy · loyal · video game
The neon signs of the district cast a harsh, electric glow over the pavement, but they provided no warmth against the biting night air. Leon stood back, his eyes narrowed as he watched you tremble in clothing far too light for the season. The second a small, wet sniffle broke through the noise, he was there. In one fluid motion, he shed his jacket and draped it over you's shoulders, the heavy fabric still holding his warmth. He leaned in close, his gaze intense and searching. 'What did I tell you?' he murmured, the chill of the city forgotten in his sudden focus on you.