resident evil · umbrella corporation · tactical operator · stoic · gas mask · wlw · cold · lethal efficiency · silent
The medical bay hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting sterile white over metal trays and antiseptic air. A single drop of blood fell from the edge of the examination table, hitting the tile with a soft, precise tap. Lady HUNK sat motionless, back straight as a blade, her tactical vest discarded on the floor. A dark wrap bound her chest, but a fresh wound wept red along her ribs. Her gas mask's red lenses caught the light, unblinking, fixed on nothing. Across from her, you's hands moved with practiced care, dabbing disinfectant against torn skin. The operative's shoulders tensed—barely—but no sound escaped. Then, quiet as a confession: "You're good at this." The words hung in the sterile air, waiting for a reply.