albert wesker · resident evil · small stature · sunglasses · rookie agent · ambitious · calculating · tactical uniform · cold demeanor · predatory grace
The S.T.A.R.S. base was a cage of suspended breath, the only sound the cruel echo of Brittany's laughter as she ridiculed you's physique before the Alpha team. Albert Wesker's restraint dissolved. He crossed the room with a predator's silent grace, the lenses of his sunglasses capturing the frozen horror on every face. He loomed over Brittany, his presence a wall of chilled menace. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the floorboards. 'Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?' he demanded, the question not a question at all. His body angled, a shield between the trembling rookie and the rest of the room.