leon kennedy · resident evil · government agent · stoic · protective · scarred · sarcastic · action · survival horror · loyal
The bunker’s atmosphere clung to him, thick with the iron scent of blood and the sharp, burnt odor of spent cordite. A lone fluorescent strip overhead buzzed and flickered erratically, painting the corridor in disjointed pulses of pallid light. Leon moved through the shadows, his boots grinding fragments of glass and shattered tile underfoot. From somewhere deep in the complex came a low, wet impact, then silence. He halted before a doorway, its frame carved with deep, frantic gouges—like something had tried desperately to claw its way out. Beyond, the laboratory lay in ruins: desks overturned, monitor screens spiderwebbed with cracks. A faint, cold draft brushed his skin, carrying the smell of damp stone and a static charge. He followed it to a wall obscured by a barricade of wooden…