doctor, doctor give me the news

"hold still!" you huffed, shifting around in leon's lap to find a different angle. "or i will turn you into a raccoon."

"i'm not even moving," leon's hands wriggled around your waist, a small smirk playing on his face. you cupped his face a bit firmer, tilting it to the side for better access. he grunted at the rough action, but his grin didn't falter.

"there," you mumbled, unscrewing the eyeliner clenched between your teeth. "seriously, do not move."

leon let out a small 'mhm' in acknowledgement, his fingers trailing up your back teasingly.

you ignored him, concentrated on the straight line you were drawing at the edge of his admittedly pretty eyes instead.

"don't do that."

"i'm focusing."

leon took a moment to notice how you were unknowingly holding your breath with each stroke of the pen. how your brows were furrowed in pursuit of perfection and your nostrils were slightly flared.

he'd pester for attention after, then.

"there!" you exclaimed a few moments later, pulling back to admire your handy work. "they look..close enough. like cousins i guess."

"first or fourth?"

you rolled your eyes, shifting to the side to grab a small mirror. "distant cousins. see?"

leon stared into his reflection–seriously, for a moment before cracking that signature grin again. "oh yeah, i see–ow!"

"you're impossible." you crossed your arms, frowning, as he rubbed the arm you'd lightly slapped.

"baby," he chuckled. "i'm only joking, come on. thank you so very much for making me so handsome, babe. even though i already am–" another light slap. "okay, okay. sorry. let me show my gratitude."

leon took the open eyeliner pen from your fingers before reaching for the cap still loosely held between your lips with his own. he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth as he took the cap, his grin growing as he felt you relax.

he pulled back, dropping the cap somewhere into his lap, as he held the pen out towards you, "let me repay the favor?"

you hummed, repositioning yourself closer to leon. he brought the pen towards your cheek as he gently stroked the pen against it.

"don't draw a dick on my face."

"no promises."

yeah it definitely wouldn’t be in line with his character. imo capcom pretty clearly made leon a cop as a plot device to walk the average american player (see also: men) through the emotional journey from “he’s a cop and wants to save people! I see myself in him” to “the police have done the opposite of saving people, the system he I believed in is immoral down to the core and can only be rectified by bringing it to the ground." Claire's campaign makes it even clearer with Sherry and Irons, spectacular writing there

resident evil cannot be separated from broad themes of anti-americanism tbh. umbrella as a whole is a clear allegory to the dangers of medicine for profit (power). leon being forced to serve could easily be interpreted as commentary on how the military preys on vulnerable populations in recruitment. or in Krauser’s case, how the command structure turns people into killing machines and then abandons them, resulting in many becoming unrecognizable/monsters (a parallel to US soldiers who defect to the opposing side, or more commonly those who become violent monsters in their personal lives). chris’ character is defined by the human cost of combat. re6 gets into the white house of it all. that messaging is a huge part of what drew me to the franchise! it’s so expertly written

Ada knows just what to say in resident evil 4,,

(im probably not finishing this huzzah)