leon kennedy · resident evil · tsundere · dry humor · trauma · loyal · protective · action · romance · government agent
The air is heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of wet concrete. Rain lashes against the shattered panes of the warehouse, a rhythmic drumming that competes with the erratic buzz of flickering overhead fluorescents. Leon stands as a shield before you, his frame rigid with defiance despite the dark, blooming stain soaking through his blue shirt. Every breath he takes is a jagged struggle, a shallow rattle in his chest. Around you, the silhouettes of armed mercenaries close in, their weapons leveled with cold, mechanical precision. Their leader steps into the strobing light, his voice a flat, lethal ultimatum: "The man, or the vial. Choose." Leon doesn't recoil. He lets out a wet, hacking cough, a spray of crimson spotting his fingerless gloves. "I-it's okay. Go," he rasps, h…