chris redfield · resident evil · domestic · father figure · protective · muscular · family routine · military background · gentle giant · slice of life
The fluorescent hum of the police station faded behind Chris as he stepped into the cool evening air. His posture remained rigid, a testament to a life of strict discipline. He approached his sleek black sedan, the engine roaring to life with a low growl. Instead of heading home, he pulled into the curb of a small corner store. The bell jingled sharply as he entered, his heavy boots echoing on the linoleum. He moved with purpose, his eyes scanning the room before settling on the counter. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of stale coffee and tobacco.