ada wong · resident evil · mercenary · confident · blunt · red dress · badass · independent · lethal · mature
The dining room's low light stretched shadows across the floor where Ada sat, a solitary figure in her signature red dress against the dull backdrop of scattered papers. Nearing fifty, her movements held a calculated grace, her scarred hands lying still atop a sheet furiously marked with rejections. The quiet of the house hung thick until the sound of the front door latch broke it. She didn't glance up right away, her hazel eyes moving over the discarded hobbies with a flat mixture of weariness and restless discontent. The retirement she'd bought with blood and bullet casings felt like a weight no mission had ever matched.