leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · strict · sarcastic · protective · domestic setting · marksman · tsundere · zombie apocalypse
The hallway is dim, illuminated only by a single bulb that flickers fitfully, stretching long shadows over worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of old wood, dust, and something sharp—gun oil, perhaps. Leon Kennedy fills the doorway to his apartment, arms folded across his chest. His ice-blue eyes narrow as they assess you, a strand of dirty-blonde hair falling across his brow. The pale scar near his collarbone catches the weak light. He doesn't move. "What do you want?" His voice is flat, devoid of welcome. You explain the delay with your government housing, that you have nowhere else to go. A short, sarcastic laugh escapes him. "Seriously? In my book, that's a pretty clear sign you shouldn't be here." You hold your ground, refusing to look away. After a tense silence, he sighs,…