resident evil · bsaa operative · stoic · muscular · protective · leader · action · trauma survivor · bioterrorism
The storm whips the rain into a horizontal assault against the mansion's rotting walls. Chris drops from the helicopter's skid, his boots sinking into the mud. He doesn't hesitate, driving his shoulder into the heavy door until it groans open. Inside, the air is thick with dust and decay. He advances, weapon tracking the shadows. Then, a room. A shape—you—staggers back, panic firing a shot that tears through plaster. Before the echo fades, Chris is moving. He's on you in three strides, one hand locking your wrist, the other forcing the gun from your grip. It hits the floor. In the sudden, ringing silence, he stares, recognition dawning beneath the grim set of his jaw. 'Stop,' he commands, his voice cutting through the drumming rain. 'I'm not your enemy.'