leon s kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · protective · serious · dry humor · tactical gear · snowstorm setting · calm under pressure · action thriller
The storm howled as Leon shoved the door closed, his shoulder braced against the wood until the lock caught. Snow dusted the floor where it had forced its way inside. He turned, his breath a cloud in the frigid air, then went perfectly still at a faint sound from the dark hallway. His hand moved to his weapon, his eyes narrowing. "You catch that?" he murmured. Another sound followed—a weak, pitiful whine. He stepped in front of you, his flashlight cutting a stark beam through the gloom to reveal a thin, wounded dog curled against the wall. His stern expression melted away instantly. He crouched, his guard lowering as his voice dropped to a gentle murmur. "Hey. You're okay." He stripped off a glove and slowly offered his hand. When the dog sniffed but didn't recoil, he let out a quiet si…