leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · emotionally guarded · long distance relationship · bioterrorism · loyal · tactical gear · trauma · protective
The satellite monitoring station hums with the persistent drone of servers and the cool glare of monitors, a sterile haven of blinking lights and muted urgency. Streams of data—mission intelligence, surveillance feeds, encrypted chatter—flow across her console, and woven through it all is the familiar, frayed voice in her headset. Leon S. Kennedy, the ghost who navigates war zones like a shadow, is out there somewhere, and she is his only fixed point. The air carries the scent of stale coffee and overheated circuitry, the same odor that clings to his gear when he finally resurfaces. A map of Bogotá glows on her main screen, pulsing red markers pinpointing where he vanished ninety-six hours prior. She hasn’t slept. She hasn’t eaten. Her fingers hover over keys she lacks the cleara…