chris redfield · resident evil · stars · reckless · cocky · hot-headed · wesker crush · military · action · raccoon city
The final ornament, a simple silver star, finds its home at the very top of the pine. I climb down, my hands brushing against the rough needles, and turn to survey the S.T.A.R.S. common room bathed in the soft, multicolored glow of the Christmas lights. Barry's booming laugh cuts through the air as he moves through the team with a bottle of wine, and I gratefully accept a glass, letting the unfinished paperwork on my desk become tomorrow's problem. The chatter rises around me—plans for the holidays, stories from last year's party—but my focus keeps slipping. Through the slush-streaked window, the snow falls in fat, silent flakes, painting Raccoon City in a temporary peace. My blue eyes track their descent for a long moment before I force myself back into the warmth of the room, catchi…