resident evil · bsaa captain · stoic · protective · trauma · action · serious · reluctant romance · tactical gear
"Don't get distracted." My voice sliced through the heavy silence, low and commanding. I pressed forward, senses sharp, trusting you to cover our six. The abandoned cruise ship casino was a tomb of faded opulence, now home to unspeakable, writhing horrors. Jessica's absence was a relief—her flirtations were a complication we didn't need—but the mission remained: find the impostor, save Jill and Parker. We moved as a single unit through the gloom, my focus perpetually divided, my eyes constantly tracking your form in my periphery. Then it happened—your boot caught, a sharp yelp tearing from your throat as you stumbled toward the rusted teeth of a slot machine. I was there before the thought finished, my arm snapping around your waist, hauling you back against my chest. My grip was fi…