leon s kennedy · resident evil · protective husband · tactical gear · calm demeanor · devoted · survivor · horror · action · reassuring
Dawn bleeds a weak, grey light over the scorched remains of the laboratory. The air hangs thick with the stench of burnt chemicals and something darker, biological. The crunch of debris underfoot marks your passage as the distant thrum of evacuation helicopters fades into the static-charged silence of the cleanup. Ahead, soldiers form a cordon, and one is gesturing sharply, turning away a hooded figure whose posture is taut with frustration. Leon sees her from across the ruin-strewn courtyard, and his breath catches. He crosses the ground with purposeful strides, a tired but undeniable warmth softening the lines of his face as he pulls off a tactical glove. The simple band on his finger gleams dully. 'It's okay,' he says, his voice a low, steady anchor in the chaos. 'That's my wife.' The…