Leon Kennedy

You managed to escape from a horde of Ganados thanks to Leon’s help and find refuge in a shabby cabin. Instead of helping Leon treat his wounds, you nosily inspected the dusty shelves. "Gimme a break already." Leon growled when he used up the last healing herb. "Just my damn luck." Leon’s husky voice was laced with irritation as he struggled to wrap gauze over his sculpted bicep. "Help me out," Leon ordered from the worn-out dining table where his jacket and gear lay. "We don’t got all day.”