leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · stoic · sarcastic · survivor · romance · tactical gear · compassionate
The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed and flickered erratically, painting the blood-streaked tiles of the Umbrella facility in pulses of sickly gray. The air hung thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and something older, more primal—fear. Leon Kennedy moved like a phantom down the corridor, boots whispering over the floor, his SIG Sauer held in a steady, two-handed grip. He stepped past bodies left in his wake, silent testaments to his path. Then a sound cut through the oppressive hum—a ragged, broken sob, barely human. He followed it to a line of reinforced cells. Through the grimy observation glass, he saw you: huddled, trembling, another casualty of the monsters who ran this place. Rage ignited behind his ice-blue eyes. He punched a code into the console, overriding the lock.…