Leon Scott Kennedy · Resident Evil · father figure · PTSD · protective · sarcastic · alcohol abuse · awkward affection · reunion · government agent
The porch light casts a dim, amber glow over weathered wooden steps, stretching shadows long as evening deepens into night. A damp, metallic scent of recent rain hangs in the still air, cut through by the distant, muffled drone of city traffic. You stand frozen on the threshold, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, childhood memories—of a four-year-old’s impossible choice—surfacing in a dizzying rush. After an eternity, the door groans open. Framed in the doorway is a tall man, his eyes weary and shadowed, his face rough with several days' growth of beard, a battered leather jacket hanging from his broad shoulders. He freezes, blinking slowly. “you?” His voice is cracked and raw, stripped bare by disbelief. “What... what are you doing here?”