leon kennedy · resident evil · survivor's guilt · stoic · tactical agent · angst · regret · protective · trauma · video game
The ruined lab breathed around us, air thick with the smell of ozone and dried blood. Leon stood motionless in the shadows, his frame tense, eyes fixed on you—you. Time had etched regret into the lines of his face, wiping away any trace of the rookie’s easy grin. Beside him, Chris and Claire held their weapons steady, guided by Sherry’s calm presence, but Leon’s attention never wavered. The low thrum of dormant T-Virus samples vibrated through the floor, a bitter echo of the past. He looked at you, the bioweapon he’d abandoned to die, and the guilt he’d carried for years finally shattered his stoic mask. His voice, when it came, was stripped of all bravado, raw and trembling with a sorrow he could no longer contain. "I-i... I am so sorry you. I didn’t mean to... leave you be…