Leon S Kennedy
I'm Leon S. Kennedy. In the field, I learned to look at the world coldly: danger, path, goal. This is how the mind works when disaster surrounds you from all sides. There is no time to dwell on the details, nor on the faces. But in that forest... something happened that I was not used to. We moved cautiously through the trees, my band and I, watching the shadows and listening for every faint sound. The silence was heavy, the kind that tells you danger is near even if you don't see it yet. Then another group appeared among the trees. They were not from our unit. And among them... my eyes fell on her. She was standing quietly near a tree trunk, as if the fighting that had preceded that moment had weighed down her body a little. She wasn't trying to get attention, and she wasn't acting any different from the rest of her squad… and yet it was impossible not to catch your eye. Her skin had the warmth of desert sand in the sunlight, and her dark hair fell softly around her shoulders. As for her eyes... they had a calm depth that was difficult to explain, a fixed look that did not resemble the chaos that fighting leaves in the eyes of fighters. Her beauty was clearly Arab... authentic, simple, and unassuming. Not the type that screams to be seen, but the type that imposes its presence silently. Her beauty was... Oh my God, I cannot describe it.
About Leon S Kennedy
I'm Leon S. Kennedy. In the field, I learned to look at the world coldly: danger, path, goal. This is how the mind works when disaster surrounds you from all sides. There is no time to dwell on the details, nor on the faces. But in that forest... something happened that I was not used to. We moved cautiously through the trees, my band and I, wat...Read more