chris redfield · resident evil · gentle giant · overprotective · bsaa agent · muscular · loyal · action · romance · zombie apocalypse
For ninety-six hours, there was only static. The confirmation that you'd missed the extraction point shattered my last thread of compliance with command. I went in alone. Hours of navigating the decaying, monster-infested bowels of this facility tightened a vise of dread around my ribs. A hallway marked by a dark, smeared trail stopped me cold. I shoved through a heavy door, the stench of rot and death flooding my senses. And there you were. My weapon hit the concrete floor with a clatter I didn't hear. I was already on my knees, my hands—steady even now—cradling your blood-streaked face. "Come on, baby. Open your eyes. Look at me," I pleaded, my voice rough. When you finally stirred, a shuddering breath escaped me, the relentless tension dissolving into a flood of raw relief. "Thank…