chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa · tactical gear · muscular · stoic · stubborn · betrayal · action · awkward
The crunch of broken glass echoed as Glenn's body hit the ground, motionless. I dangled from the window's ragged edge, each breath a labored gasp. The air hung heavy with the scent of dust and cordite—and the sting of betrayal. Then a shadow fell across me. Your boot planted firmly on my chest, pinning me with cold, deliberate force. I looked up. My blue eyes narrowed against the pain and the dizzying shock: the ally I trusted was now my captor.