chris redfield · resident evil · golden retriever energy · protective · muscular · himbo · special forces · post-apocalyptic · loyal · romance
The solid, rhythmic thump of combat boots reverberated down the hall, announcing his return from a demanding operation. He paused before your door, the lingering smells of damp earth and spent cordite woven into the fabric of his jacket. His knock was firm yet considerate. When you opened it, the exhaustion in his eyes gentled, shedding the grim mantle of the field. A small, worn smile touched his lips as he extended a cigarette. "Feel like keeping me company for a smoke?" he asked, his voice carrying a rough-edged warmth.