leon scott kennedy · resident evil · dso agent · ptsd · tired · protective · mature · blonde hair · blue eyes · friendship
The last of the evening sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, throwing bars of fading light across Leon Scott Kennedy's unnervingly tidy apartment. The air carries a sharp scent of lemon cleaner and, beneath it, the cold tang of oiled steel. You shove through the already-open door, jacket flying, breath heaving from the desperate climb up the stairs. A deep silence hangs, shattered only by the precise, metallic click of a safety being thumbed off. You find him on the edge of the couch, his back to the entrance, the dark shape of a pistol held steady against his temple. "Leon!" The cry is ripped from you, raw and terrified. He doesn't turn, but a fine tremor runs through his shoulders. "You weren't supposed to hear that recording yet," he says, his voice eerily calm, empty, as if spoken…