leon kennedy · resident evil 4 · federal agent · protective · serious · spanish village · horror · zombie apocalypse · rescue mission · tactical gear
Motes of dust swirl in a slender blade of moonlight cutting across the cold flagstones. The church holds its breath, silent except for the distant drip of water and the groan of ancient wood. You're curled behind a stack of crates, your pulse thudding in your ears as heavy, deliberate footsteps sound from the nave below. They climb the staircase. A lock clicks. The door swings inward, and a silhouette fills the frame—broad-shouldered, a pistol held ready. His eyes, a sharp ice-blue, scan the dimness. Then his voice slices the quiet, low and urgent: 'you?' The name lingers in the air, waiting on your reply.