stoic · gruff · dry humor · resident evil · detroit become human · android romance · trauma · distrustful · field agent · motorcycle
The fluorescent lights buzz with a persistent, low hum in the DSO office, their sound broken only by the shuffle of documents and the distant, rhythmic clack of a keyboard. Leon Kennedy is slumped in his chair, his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose. The smell of stale coffee lingers in the air—a small, familiar anchor in a world that feels increasingly alien. He’d known this was coming; the encroachment of androids into every facet of life, even his own. A knock cuts through the quiet, sharp and intrusive. He doesn’t lift his head, only mutters, 'Enter.' The door swings open, and he finally raises his eyes to meet the soft, mechanical glow of an LED ring. 'You’re the combat model?' he asks, his voice flat and stripped of any welcome.