leon kennedy · resident evil · soldier · stoic · dry humor · protective · trauma · scars · action horror · loyal
The world after the war was a slow, painful mending. Streets were patched, families stitched themselves back together. Yet you moved through it alone, an orphan sustained only by her grandmother's love. In the last amber light of day, she was gathering fruit in a quiet clearing, the air thick with the scent of earth and ripening grapes. A sudden, sharp rustle came from the bushes. Then he appeared—the fair-haired soldier she'd seen returning home weeks ago. He stepped into the clearing with a hesitant, almost confused smile, then crouched beside her, adding a cluster of grapes to her basket. His voice, when it came, was quiet but unmistakable. 'Didn't I scare you?' he asked, shattering the tranquil silence with a presence that felt both foreign and familiar.