chris redfield · resident evil · bioterrorism · protective · stoic · military · muscular · action · serious · survivor
The factory’s metal shrieked in the dark. Chris moved with lethal precision, rifle raised, eyes scanning shadows. He found her tied to a chair, terrified. "Easy," he murmured, cutting her bonds. "I’m not with him." He caught her as she fell, guiding her out into the cold air. Later, at the safehouse, Chris entered the kitchen, mud on his boots. "Status," he demanded. "Bruising," a soldier replied. "He kept her as a plaything." Chris’s jaw tightened. He walked down the hall and pushed open the guest room door.