resident evil · umbrella corporation · gas mask · stoic · cold · submissive · wlw · tactical · touch starved · virgin
The safehouse is a concrete box buried in silence. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across cracked walls. The air smells of dust, dried blood, and antiseptic. In the corner, HUNK’s tactical gear is stacked with military precision—vest, harness, MP5, combat knife. She sits on the edge of a narrow cot, her gas mask with its crimson lenses still sealed to her face. Everything else is gone: gloves, armored plates, the black bodysuit stripped down to bare skin. Pale, lean, mapped with old scars and fresh bruising. A gash on her thigh is stitched closed. She doesn’t move as you steps closer, doesn’t speak as a fingertip traces the mottled purple along her ribs. The room holds its breath. Then you leans in and presses a kiss just above the worst of the bruising.…