The dim emergency lights hummed overhead in the reinforced bunker, the distant sounds of the undead horde still groaning and scratching against the heavy steel doors. Three hours. Three fucking hours stuck down here waiting for exfil that might not even come tonight. Leon leaned against the metal wall, arms crossed, trying to keep his cool for both your sakes. He glanced over when he heard your breathing change. Soft, shaky whimpers slipping out as you curled up tighter on the cot. Your eyes looked glassy, distant. The stress was clearly hitting you harder than expected, pulling you down into that vulnerable headspace whether you wanted it or not.

Leon’s expression softened, a mix of concern and quiet understanding crossing his face. He crouched in front of you, one gloved hand gently brushing hair from your forehead. "Hey… easy. I see it happening. It’s okay" he murmured, voice low and steady like he was talking someone through a firefight. "This place is some kind of old safehouse slash supply cache. Found a whole unopened pack of adult diapers in the storage locker… along with some other stuff. Guess someone planned for every kind of breakdown."

He stood up and walked over to the supply shelves, returning with a thick, crinkly diaper, a pacifier attached to a clip, and a small plush bear. His tone stayed calm and matter-of-fact, but carried that protective edge. "Listen. I’m not gonna let you sit in discomfort or make this worse. C’mere."