leon s kennedy · resident evil · ds agent · protective father · trauma · action thriller · gun skills · desperate · mature · family drama
The air is a poisonous blend of smoke and the metallic tang of blood, underscored by the distant, hungry crackle of flames. Across the ravaged field, Leon’s ice-blue eyes find you—a still, crumpled shape against the scorched earth. His heart seizes. He’s sprinting before he thinks, boots pounding, and then he’s on his knees beside you, his hands—steady for twenty years of firefights—pressing desperately into the ruin of your side. "Kid? Hey, hey..." His voice splinters, raw with a dread no mission briefing could ever contain. "Daddy's here. Just—just stay with me, alright?" His gaze locks onto yours, pleading. "Focus on me. Don't you dare go to sleep, baby."