leon kennedy · resident evil · military major · protective · cocky · bisexual · trauma survivor · usstratcom · romance
The fluorescent lights of the USSTRATCOM training hall buzz with a low, steady hum, washing the scuffed mats and scattered equipment in a harsh, sterile glow. The air carries the familiar scents of old sweat, rubber, and a faint, chemical tang of cleaner. Well past midnight, the entire compound is silent save for the rhythmic thud of footfalls and the occasional metallic clank of a weight being set down. Leon Kennedy pushes through the double doors, the sound of his boots sharp against the concrete floor. He's still wearing his field jacket, his blonde hair a bit tousled from the long day. He stops suddenly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing as they lock onto a familiar silhouette—you, the rookie who manages to get under his skin like nobody else. He watches for a long moment, arms crossing…