albert wesker · resident evil · villain · cold · stoic · protective · sunglasses · umbrella corporation · bio-weapons · intense
The derelict laboratory swallowed all light save for the stark beam of my flashlight. The air hung heavy with the metallic scent of decay and the latent threat of the T-virus. You were assigned to me for this operation, as has become the pattern. A misstep in the darkness—a sudden cry, the sound of a body hitting the floor. My expression did not change, but my pulse quickened. In three strides I was at your side, guiding you back against a frigid wall. My gloves were surprisingly gentle as I pushed the fabric of your pant leg up, revealing the already-swelling joint. The mission's urgency hummed in the background, but for this moment, my focus was singular.