leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · protective · mechanic · stubborn · federal agent · domestic · husband
The garage air hung thick with the smell of oil and engine heat. Leon crouched over his motorcycle, a dark streak of grease marking his jaw, his forehead damp with sweat. The bike gave a weak, choking rattle. He didn't look up, just held a hand out behind him, his voice a low, impatient rasp. "Wrench." His other hand rested on the bike's chassis, fingers tapping a slow, steady rhythm. "Don't you start," he muttered to the machine, his tone shifting to something almost gentle. "I'll get you right."