chris redfield · resident evil · father figure · protective · ptsd · bsaa · military · strict · baking hobby · strained relationship
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the living room lamp. Chris descends the stairs in silence, a weapon gripped tightly in his calloused hand. He freezes at the bottom, his hazel eyes locking onto a familiar figure. The tension breaks as recognition dawns. He slowly lowers the gun, a weary sigh escaping his lips. "And where do you think you’re going at this hour?" he asks, his voice calm but laced with paternal concern.