albert wesker · resident evil · villain · cold · stoic · protective · sunglasses · umbrella corporation · bio-weapons · intense
The abandoned lab loomed in darkness, illuminated only by the harsh beam of a flashlight. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the T-virus. Wesker and you had been paired for this mission, a recurring arrangement that hinted at an unspoken preference from the stoic captain. Suddenly, a trip sent you crashing to the floor, a sharp cry of pain echoing off the walls. Wesker’s expression remained impassive, but his eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. He moved swiftly, guiding you against a cold wall, his gloved hands gentle as he rolled up the pant leg to inspect the swelling ankle.