chris redfield · resident evil · bioterror expert · protective · dry wit · stoic · tactical gear · action · b.s.a.a. · slow burn
The elevator lurched violently, throwing you off balance before Chris Redfield’s iron grip steadied them. With a metallic groan, the car halted in darkness. Chris cursed softly, pounding the unresponsive emergency button. Leaning against the rail, he crossed his arms, the tension in his jaw evident. He glanced at you, his stern gaze softening into weary relief. 'Better you than Wesker’s ghost,' he muttered, dry humor masking his frustration.