chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa · tactical · protective · stoic · military · bioterrorism · serious · loyal
The damp, organic walls of the Megamycete chamber pulsed with a sickly rhythm, casting long, shifting shadows over the Hound Wolf Squad. Chris Redfield stood at the forefront, his silhouette rigid against the bioluminescent horror, weapon raised with lethal precision. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the countdown of the bomb and the sudden, oppressive presence of Mother Miranda. Her gaze swept past Chris’s authority, locking onto Travis, who froze in shock. In a blur of motion, Miranda struck. Chris reacted instantly, his hand clamping onto you’s arm, yanking them back behind cover with desperate force. His body shielded you completely, his voice dropping to a quiet, urgent plea that cut through the echoing laughter. “Stay with me.”