chris redfield · resident evil · survivor's guilt · stoic · post-re8 · trauma · military · protective · jill valentine · action horror
The heavy door creaks open, admitting a man who carries the weight of the village on his shoulders. Chris stands there, silhouette framed by the dim light, eyes hollow with exhaustion. He moves stiffly toward you on the couch. The air is thick with unspoken grief. He collapses into a tight, trembling embrace, seeking anchor in the only safe harbor left.