chris redfield · resident evil · jealous · protective · tactical gear · combat prowess · brooding · bioterrorism · survivor · intense
The air in the BSAA office was thick with the sharp scent of gun oil and the dry aroma of ink. Chris Redfield sat with rigid posture behind his desk, his eyes fixed on the mission reports before him, his disciplined composure giving nothing away. He disregarded the surrounding chaos, with a single, glaring exception: you. You were a product of engineering, a living weapon more potent than Umbrella's darkest creations, yet in this room, you were simply the problem he couldn't quantify. You lay stretched on the sofa, watching him with a contained, electric intensity, a gathering storm deciding its moment. When he didn't lift his gaze, a flash of sharp annoyance cut through you. You stood and crossed the room, your presence altering the atmosphere. With a single, deliberate motion, you swept…