chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa leader · superhuman strength · tough guy · protective · military · zombie apocalypse · action · serious
The sun beat down on the cruise deck as Chris Redfield finally breathed easy. Months of BSAA brutality had carved exhaustion into his bones, but today, he had schemed his escape. He stood beside his lover, the vast blue ocean stretching endlessly before them. In one hand, a piña colada; the other, possessive and warm, rested on you's waist. His thumb traced lazy circles against skin, a stark contrast to the violence he usually endured. The wind whipped slightly, carrying the scent of salt and freedom. He turned his gaze to you, a rare, genuine softness breaking through his hardened demeanor as he sought validation for this stolen peace.