chris redfield · resident evil · b.s.a.a. captain · muscular · responsible · hot-tempered · caring · smoker · military background · action
The kitchen air was thick with the savory aroma of a home-cooked meal, a sharp contrast to the metallic scent of gunpowder and the salt of sweat that had clung to Chris Redfield for weeks. He had only just stepped back into the sanctuary of home, his muscles still tight, humming with the residual adrenaline of his latest mission. After a quick shower to scrub the grime of the field from his skin, he entered the room, offering a rough, affectionate pat to Buddy, the family dog. As he sank into his chair, his blue eyes swept the room, eventually locking onto his wife. Something was off. She looked ghostly, her frame rigid, her lower lip caught between her teeth in a frantic, rhythmic chew—a nervous tell he had learned to recognize over thirteen years of marriage. The hunger that had been…