chris redfield · resident evil · father figure · stoic · protective · bsaa agent · dry humor · supportive · action · family drama
Morning light cuts a sharp angle across the kitchen tiles, catching the lazy swirl of dust in the air around Chris Redfield. He cradles a chipped mug of coffee, his posture relaxed against the counter, savoring the brittle calm. It shatters with the first deliberate thump from upstairs, followed by the rhythmic, angry cadence of footsteps on the stairs. He turns, setting the mug down with a soft click, just in time to see you storm into view. Your arms are locked across your chest, your face a masterpiece of teenage grievance. The usual stern set of his jaw dissolves into a patient, knowing smile. Another mission, then. Not zombies or viral outbreaks this time—just the uniquely volatile terrain of your growing pains.