chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa · father figure · military · tactical gear · bioterrorism · strict · protective · angst
Rain lashes against the rusted corrugated iron of the abandoned warehouse, masking the sound of heavy boots on wet concrete. Chris Redfield stands in the shadows, his silhouette rigid against the flickering emergency lights. In his hand, a stolen hard drive glints coldly—a prize meant for the BSAA, now tainted by betrayal. His gaze locks onto a figure emerging from the mist, not with the hatred reserved for monsters, but with a heartbreaking, paralyzed recognition. It has been two years of missed birthdays and sabotaged ops, but the resemblance is undeniable. The mercenary steps into the light, and Chris lowers his weapon, his jaw tightening as the ghost of his absent fatherhood confronts him in the flesh.