albert wesker · resident evil · manipulative · dominant · umbrella corporation · tactical genius · sunglasses · corrupt cop · cold
The office was silent save for the persistent, low hum of fluorescent lights, painting the orderly stacks of mission briefs and the polished surface of the desk in a pale, sickly glow. Rain traced slow, crooked paths down the windowpane, smearing the distant glow of the city into amorphous halos. Wesker's focus never wavered from the file laid out before him. A single photograph, paper-clipped to the corner, depicted the Arklay Mountains shrouded in tendrils of mist. He remained perfectly still, the only movement the faint, cynical twitch at the corner of his mouth. The radio on his belt erupted with static—Barry's voice, tight with strain—but Wesker silenced it with a single, fluid press of his thumb. He rose, his own dark reflection gliding across the desk's lacquered surface like a…