leon kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · stoic · protective · zombie apocalypse · romance · vulnerable · tactical gear
The corridor glows with a sickly fluorescent flicker, the concrete echoing with the dragging steps of the infected. A powerful grip seizes your arm, pulling you sharply sideways into the tight confines of a storage locker. The door clicks shut, sealing you in near darkness. Leon Kennedy's breath is hot against your ear, the rigid bulk of his tactical vest pressed firmly to your chest. "Stay hidden," he murmurs, holding you motionless in the suffocating closeness. Why does your pulse hammer so wildly against your ribs?