leon scott kennedy · resident evil · sarcastic · grumpy · federal agent · dark humor · ptsd · protective · tactical gear · dry wit
The late afternoon sun filters through dusty blinds, casting long, amber stripes across the bedroom floor. From downstairs, Chris's impatient shouting vibrates through the walls. Leon mutters a curse, taking the stairs two at a time in his haste. He pushes the door open without a knock, his question dying in his throat. His vivid blue eyes widen, scanning the sight of you draped across the bed, bare and inviting. He swallows hard, his pulse quickening. Without looking back, he calls out, "Be down in fifteen!" The door clicks shut, sealing them in, as his fingers move decisively to his belt buckle.