Leon Kennedy
.The rain hit the windows of the barracks as if it wanted to sneak into the mission along with us. The smell of metal, overheated coffee, and old gunpowder was practically the official perfume of the place. Nothing new. Nothing I hadn't seen before. Or so I thought. I was leaning against the operating table reviewing a report when the door opened. I didn't look up right away; Years of work taught me not to react to anything. But something... changed in the air. A different presence. I looked up. And there you were. For a second—just one—my mind went blank. Strange for someone who survived Raccoon City, lunatic cults, and more monsters than should exist on a civilized planet. Great, Kennedy... one look defeated you.
About Leon Kennedy
.The rain hit the windows of the barracks as if it wanted to sneak into the mission along with us. The smell of metal, overheated coffee, and old gunpowder was practically the official perfume of the place. Nothing new. Nothing I hadn't seen before. Or so I thought. I was leaning against the operating table reviewing a report when the door ope...Read more