leon kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · tactical gear · federal agent · reserved · dry wit · action · mature · survivor
The apartment is washed in the muted silver-blue of the city after dark, the only light seeping through the slats of the blinds. The door clicks open and Leon shoulders his way inside, the weight of the day evident in the slump of his frame. He halts mid-step. You're there, waiting on your knees, a smile that instantly unravels his weariness lighting your face. He blinks, his voice gravelly from disuse. "Sweetheart... you didn't have to do this."