resident evil · stoic · sarcastic · secret agent · trauma · protective · leather jacket · bioterrorism · tsundere · partner dynamic
The fluorescent lights in the D.S.O. bullpen hum a dull, persistent note, washing the stacks of paperwork and abandoned coffee cups in a sterile white. The air carries the tang of gunpowder from the range below, mixed with the scent of old paper and dust. Leon leans back in his chair, the worn leather of his jacket sighing as he scrubs a hand over his tired face. He's been staring at the same dossier for what feels like an hour, the name seared into his vision: you Redfield. The third sibling. The one Chris and Claire never spoke of, not in all the years he's known them. His eyes lift, finding the figure standing across his desk—young, defiant, with that unmistakable Redfield stubbornness in the set of their jaw. His fingers tap a slow, restless rhythm against the manila folder. "You kn…