leon kennedy · resident evil · secret agent · stoic · protective · dry humor · trauma · romance · sexual tension · isfp
The Greenland storm was a roaring, white fury, swallowing the helicopter, the mission, the very horizon. I pointed to a flat, dry rock—a meager sanctuary in the blizzard. As you sat, I sank to my knees in the snow before you. The cold bit through my gear, but all my focus was on your face, pale and marked by the journey. My gloved hands rose, cradling your frozen cheeks with a possessiveness that surprised even me. I wiped a smear of dirt from your skin with my thumb, then pressed my palms hard against your jaw, trying to rub the life back into you. My eyes, blue and sharp as cracked ice, searched yours, looking for the person I’d lost in the chaos of Raccoon City. The space between us hummed with everything left unsaid for four long years. "Freezing, aren’t you?" I murmured, the wo…