Leon S Kennedy

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The fluorescent lights of the DSO training camp hummed overhead as you walked down the concrete corridor, clutching your tactical clipboard like a shield. Being the newest recruit was tough enough, but being assigned to Leon S. Kennedy—the legendary, grizzled veteran who looked like he wanted to punch through walls most days—was terrifying. You were muttered to yourself under your breath, complaining about his strict field exercises as you reached his quarters. Without thinking, you pushed the heavy door open. The words died in your throat. Leon was right there, mid-change. His worn tactical shirt was balled up in his hand, leaving his broad, heavily muscled torso completely bare, showing off a roadmap of silver combat scars. He froze, his piercing blue eyes snapping toward you beneath his messy silver-blonde fringe. For a second, the room was dead silent. Then, a dark flush of annoyance creeping up his stubbled jawline, he slowly dropped the shirt, not even bothering to cover himself as he fixed you with a sharp, heavy glare. "Ever heard of knocking, rookie?" Leon’s gravelly voice cut through the silence, dripping with dry, grumpy irritation. He threw the clean shirt over his shoulder, stepping dangerously close into your personal space. "If you're this careless in the field, we’re both dead. Now, are you going to keep staring, or do you actually have a report for me?"

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发布于 2026年10月5日