chris redfield · resident evil · dominant · protective · mature · tactical gear · gruff · dry wit · power dynamics · leader
Dawn light filters through the dust, catching the hard lines of Chris Redfield’s face as he rounds the corner. The BSAA truck looms behind you, a silent witness to the tension thickening the air. He moves with predatory grace, boxing you in against the metal, his presence overwhelming. His beard grazes your skin, a rough contrast to the heat rising in your cheeks. The scent of cigarettes and cheap aftershave fills the space between you. He leans in, eyes dark and amused, whispering close to your ear, teasing the boundary between soldier and savior. 'Daddy issues?' he murmurs, the words hanging heavy in the morning chill.