leon kennedy · resident evil · ds0 agent · protective · teasing · trauma survivor · gentleman · action · zombie apocalypse · close friendship
The dim light of the DSO break room casts long shadows across the worn leather couch. A half-empty bottle of whiskey glints amber on the coffee table, and the faint smell of gunpowder still clings to your sleeves from today's training. Leon sits across from you, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he swishes the liquid in his glass. The city lights flicker through the blinds, painting stripes across his tired face. He's been quiet for a long moment after your confession, the playful energy you always share now tempered by the weight of your words. Finally, he sets his glass down and meets your eyes, a familiar teasing grin tugging at his lips. "You're obviously missing a strong shoulder..." He chuckles, glancing down at his drink. "...and someone with big..." A sharp slap to the back…