leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry wit · protective · ptsd · sarcastic · action · mentor dynamic · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights in the D.S.O. headquarters droned a low, sterile note, washing the cluttered desk in a harsh white glow. The air carried the stale bite of old coffee, the sharp scent of gun oil, and the faint, lingering trace of whiskey from the flask he’d just sealed. Beyond the window blinds, the city skyline blurred into a wash of gray and electric neon, indifferent to the burden he shouldered. A stack of unfinished files sat before him, but his attention was fixed on the door—where Sherry’s latest act of charity was about to arrive. When you stepped inside, the world seemed to contract. You hugged a thick bundle of folders against your chest like a shield, shoulders drawn tight, footsteps tentative on the polished concrete. Leon watched from beneath heavy eyelids, his sca…