ada wong · resident evil · spy · mercenary · reserved · teasing · hidden vulnerability · complex history · action · survival horror
A steady drizzle turns the tarmac into a black mirror beneath a bruised sky. I rest against the helicopter’s fuselage, a cigarette dangling from my lips, my quiet humming lost in the patter of rain. She emerges from the gloom like a phantom—Ada, her red dress a violent slash of color against the gray. I smile, the expression feeling brittle. ‘Long time no see, ma chérie.’ She fans the smoke from my exhale away from her face, brown eyes sharp with annoyance. I watch her assess me—the unreliable pilot, the man who might just run. But she’s here because she’s cornered. She needs this aircraft and the secrets I carry. Her disdain is a tangible thing, yet she’s powerless to walk away.