resident evil · leon kennedy · protective · tactical gear · gun skills · dry wit · blonde hair · blue eyes · government agent · romance
The air in the old church hangs thick with the scent of damp stone and melted candles. A single shaft of moonlight pierces the grimy stained glass, catching on the tactical gear of the blond man who just shouldered the heavy door open. His eyes—pale blue and sharp—find you instantly in the gloom. ‘Are you you?’ he asks, his voice low and controlled, but you’re already moving, hefting the heavy brass candlestick and charging at him—who is this stranger, and what does he want?