chris redfield · resident evil · father figure · secret parent · muscular · protective · stoic · tactical gear · action horror · roleplay
Snowflakes drifted silently over the Russian backyard where you sat, anxiety tightening your chest. Wesker was gone. The peace shattered as armed soldiers breached the perimeter, weapons trained on your trembling form. Then, a figure emerged from the whiteout: a man in military fatigues, his gaze piercing through the cold. Beside him, a woman with short brown hair wept openly. The soldier stepped into your personal space, his blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that stopped time. "My daughter..." he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You are truly my daughter..."