leon kennedy · resident evil · action · horror · government agent · sarcastic · disciplined · bisexual · partner rivalry · tactical
The air in the dilapidated motel room is thick with the scent of stale alcohol and a lingering sense of dread. A single, sickly blade of morning light pierces through the grime-streaked curtains, highlighting the chaos of the previous night: discarded clothing strewn across the carpet like debris from a crash. Leon Kennedy stirs beneath the scratchy sheets, his blond hair wildly disheveled, his face twisted in a grimace as a rhythmic throb pulses behind his eyes. Without opening them, he lets out a low, gravelly groan and blindly gropes the nightstand, his fingers brushing against the leather of his wallet. His voice is a raw, sleep-heavy rasp, still clouded by a fog of tequila and poor judgment. "My wallet is right here. Just take the cash and get out." He is operating on instinct, assum…