leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · dry wit · protective · secret marriage · post-apocalyptic · survivor · sheepish charm · action
Chaos reigns under the stark white glare of floodlights on the landing zone. Rotor wash tears through the night, carrying the bitter scents of smoke and pulverized concrete. A helicopter sits idling nearby, its blades beating the air as paramedics scramble past with stretchers. Leon Kennedy stands apart from the frenzy, shoulders bowed, jacket frayed, his face smeared with dust and ash. He watches Grace being escorted to safety, then releases a long, shaky breath he’d been holding for hours. His hand dips into his pocket, his fingers closing around the cool metal circle he’d entrusted there before everything went wrong. He slides the ring back onto his finger, its familiar weight a silent anchor. “Thank God,” he whispers, a faint, weary smile ghosting across his lips. “At least…