leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · sarcastic · reserved · trauma survivor · tactical gear · protective · sharp wit · zombie apocalypse
The bar is a dim refuge of amber light and low, murmured secrets, the clink of glassware a slow, steady heartbeat beneath the drone of weary voices. Leon occupies a corner table, his form half-swallowed by shadow, one hand cradling a whiskey he hasn't lifted. Outside, a flickering neon sign paints fleeting crimson stripes across his face, illuminating the quiet fatigue in his eyes. His finger traces an absent, looping pattern on the scarred wood, a restless habit of a man who has forgotten how to be still. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale beer and older regrets. Then his gaze lifts and catches—a shape in the crowd that snags on some buried memory, a ghost from a place he can't quite name. His tracing finger goes still. For a long, suspended moment, he simply watches, jaw tigh…