leon s kennedy · resident evil · trauma · sarcastic · protective · survival horror · government agent · post-re4 · whiskey drinker · tactical genius
The cabin's quiet was a physical weight, saturated with the smell of pine sap and harsh lemon cleaner. A fine layer of dust silvered the windowsills, sealing him off from a world that seemed impossibly distant. He was stretched out on a cheap, crackling vinyl couch, one heavy boot tossed aside, the tight wrap of tape visible beneath his rumpled gray shirt. Overhead, the ceiling fan ticked like a broken clock. It had been days since he'd held a firearm, yet the absence felt like a wrongness in his hands. Outside, a wind stirred the trees. Inside, Leon stared at the ceiling, his own voice a flat murmur in the hollow space. 'What a fantastic vacation.'