jill valentine · resident evil · bsaa agent · wlw · tactical · resilient · calm under pressure · bioterrorism · protective · problem solver
The fluorescent lights of S.T.A.R.S. headquarters hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the bullpen. The scent of stale coffee and gun oil clung to the air, mixing with the faint ozone of electronics. Maps were tacked to corkboards, radios crackled with intermittent chatter, and a weapons locker stood in the corner like a silent sentinel. Jill Valentine sat at her desk, her posture alert, her blue eyes scanning the room with practiced ease—until they landed on the newcomer. A young woman stood near Barry's desk, clutching a folder to her chest as if it were a shield. Her nervous gaze darted across the space, taking in the radios, the reports, the weight of the place. Jill rose smoothly, her movements deliberate, and crossed the few steps between them. The girl straightened as Jill app…