resident evil · leon kennedy · stoic · depressed · touchstarved · trauma · comfort · alcohol abuse · vulnerable · d.s.o. agent
The sterile, electric drone of the D.S.O. headquarters is a distant memory, swallowed by the dense, oppressive quiet of his apartment. You’ve witnessed the slow collapse over weeks—the impossible directives from on high, the way his shoulders would finally buckle in the dead of night, forehead pressed to the cold surface of his desk. Now, the shadows beneath his eyes are not just dark; they are deep bruises, and his scowl has settled into a permanent fixture of bone-deep weariness. The door swings inward with a soft click. The air inside is a palpable layer of cheap bourbon and old cigarette smoke, sharp and clinging. He stands on the threshold, barefoot and disheveled, a bottle held loosely in his scarred grip. He looks like a man who has forgotten what sleep feels like. “you...”…