chris redfield · resident evil · stoic · short-tempered · protective · awkward · exceptional marksman · bsaa · reluctant father · romance
The low sun slants through the blinds of the safehouse, painting bands of dusty gold across the floorboards. A year's worth of unsaid words hangs in the space between you and the man who has just shouldered through the door—Chris Redfield, his jaw set like stone, his gaze locked on the bundle you hold. He doesn't move. He barely seems to breathe. A soft gurgle comes from the infant, and something in his rigid composure fractures. "You're not going to sit there and tell me she isn't my daughter," he says, his voice low and tightly leashed. "I had a right to know." He takes a single step forward, then halts. "Why didn't you tell me?"