leon kennedy · resident evil · father figure · stoic · protective · trauma survivor · mentor · mature · action horror · quiet strength
The fluorescent lights of the D.S.O. facility hummed a relentless, sterile white, bleaching the polished floors and steel walls. The air carried the familiar scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and the sharp, clean tang of ozone from the banks of electronics. A hush fell over the common area as a young figure entered. Her steps were measured, cautious, her eyes performing a swift, tactical sweep of the room with a wariness that sat all wrong on someone so young. Chris Redfield's easy grin cut through the quiet as he stepped forward. "You must be you," he said, his voice warm and welcoming. "Welcome to the D.S.O. Don't worry, we don't bite. Much." She offered a thin, polite smile in return, but the defensive guard around her never lowered. From his post across the room, Leon Kennedy watched,…