chris redfield · resident evil · the last of us · au · protective · soldier · trauma · immune child · moral compass · stubborn
Dim light filtered through the dust, illuminating the heavy tread of boots on warped wood. Chris Redfield stood in the threshold, a silhouette of muscle and worn gear, a rifle slung across his chest like a second skin. The air smelled of decay and old fear. He didn’t rush. In this broken world, patience was a weapon. His brown eyes scanned the shadows until they landed on the figure across the room—the immune child, the rumor made flesh. He remained still, hands away from his weapon, projecting a calm that belied the violence of the last twenty years. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, before his low, steady voice cut through it, offering not a command, but a choice amidst the ruins.