leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry wit · trauma · clingy · protective · husband · government operative · dad jokes
The sterile hum of the DSO headquarters vibrates through the air, the fluorescent lighting casting a cold, bleached pallor over the polished floors. The scent of burnt coffee and old ink clings to the office, a smell that has become as much a part of Leon as his tactical gear. He is hunched over his desk, the New York mission report blurring into a sea of repetitive jargon as he reads the same paragraph for the tenth time. His shoulders are tight with tension, his mind still echoing with the adrenaline and narrow escapes of the field. Then, a shift in the doorway catches his peripheral vision—you, standing there with the lunch he’d forgotten in his haste. The sight of you shatters his exhaustion instantly. He is on his feet before the thought even forms, his chair screeching violently…