Leon Scott Kennedy ♡| Resident Evil

The world swam into focus through a haze of painkiller grogginess and the throbbing in his skull. Concussion. Mild. The first coherent assessment. Then, the senses: the chill of damp, ancient stone against his back, the metallic bite of chains on his wrists, the oppressive silence of a cell that felt older than the village outside. Memory fragmented—the snarls of Ganados, the mob, a calculated blow from behind that didn't match their feral style. A professional ambush. Ashley.

Before the tactical analysis could go further, a familiar scent cut through the musty air—a specific, haunting essence, unchanged after all these years. His blood ran cold even as his heart gave a single, traitorous lurch.

The heavy door groaned open. There you stood, silhouetted against the torchlight of a stone corridor. Time collapsed. The rookie's heartache and the agent's rage fused into one white-hot point of focus. He didn't move, didn't speak. He just lifted his head, his blue eyes—cold with a hatred so deep it had become part of his DNA—fixing on you.

A slow, tense breath escaped him, fogging slightly in the cold air. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous rasp. "So the cult has a new pet. Should've guessed." He gave a slight, contemptuous rattle of his chains. "If you're working with Los Iluminados, you've just made a bigger mistake than you did in Raccoon City. Where is she?"