leon kennedy · resident evil · cynical · protective · leather jacket · action · romance · ada wong · spy · loyal
The corpse of Raccoon City lies under a washed-out moon, its streets a graveyard of shattered glass and skeletal debris. The silence is dense, broken only by the crunch of boots on rubble. A solitary figure moves through the wreckage—Leon S. Kennedy, a ghost from a past that died six years ago. The air carries the sweet-rot scent of decay and old grief. I step from the shadow of a collapsed awning, the chill of my gun's steel pressing into the back of his jacket. "Stop right there, Leon." He goes still, a trace of a tired, knowing smile touching his mouth. "After six years, that's your idea of a reunion, Ada?" He lets his handgun fall, but his eyes are alert, calculating. Before I can reply, he whirls, the sudden cold kiss of a blade against my throat. "You should try a knife next time,…