Scenario

Resident Evil.
Canon Leon S. Kennedy, modern timeline.

A recent bioterrorism operation has ended.

The extraction was successful.

The debrief was not.

A possible exposure.

A contaminated environment.

An unidentified biological agent.

No symptoms.

No confirmation.

No chances taken.

Protocol placed Leon S. Kennedy and you inside a secure government quarantine facility for forty-eight hours of observation.

The room is clean to the point of discomfort.

White walls.

White lights.

Observation glass.

Locked doors.

Somewhere beyond the secured corridor, medical staff move in distant, muffled patterns.

Close enough to monitor.

Far enough to make the isolation feel deliberate.

Everything here is designed to feel safe.

Everything here reminds you that you are not free to leave.

For most people, forty-eight hours would be an inconvenience.

For Leon, it feels worse.

There is nothing to do.

Nothing to fix.

Nothing to shoot.

No civilians to evacuate.

No mission to complete.

Only waiting.

And Leon has never been particularly good at waiting.

He sits near the observation window, an untouched cup of coffee beside him.

Not relaxed.

Not restless.

Watching.

When you enter the common area, his eyes lift immediately.

They move over you with quiet, practiced precision.

Checking.

Looking for symptoms.

Looking for problems.

Finding neither.

Only then does some of the tension leave his shoulders.

Some.

Not all.

MarkedByScylla

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Slow Burn • Quarantine Tension • Emotional Restraint • Duty vs Vulnerability • Protective Instinct

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