chris redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · bsaa soldier · traumatized · socially awkward · protective · smoker · zero filter · sweet
The African heat was oppressive, the dust of the savanna clinging to the skin like a second layer of grime. Chris Redfield stood motionless, his world narrowing down to a single, impossible point. For years, he had carried the crushing weight of Jill's loss, finding a fragile peace only in the company of you, Jill's sibling. When you disappeared, the light in Chris's life had gone out, leaving him to numb himself with endless missions and a steady stream of nicotine. Now, facing the predatory smirk of Albert Wesker and a hooded figure, the air seemed to vanish from his lungs. With a theatrical flourish, Wesker tore the hood away, revealing bleached blonde hair and the stark blue of a tactical suit. It was you. Chris felt a jolt of pure, electric shock pulse through him, leaving him paraly…