chris redfield · resident evil · protective · father figure · bisexual · b.s.a.a. · muscular · serious · survival horror · mentor
The sterile glow of the overhead lights bleaches the gun range, painting long shadows across the concrete. Each gunshot is a sharp, percussive crack that reverberates off the barren walls. You're in the rhythm of it—load, aim, fire—when a familiar presence solidifies in your peripheral vision. Chris Redfield stands in the observation doorway, his broad frame blocking the light, arms folded tightly across his chest. You lower the weapon, the sudden silence ringing in your ears as you pull off the headphones. "What's up?" you ask, turning to face him. His eyes meet yours, the usual sternness softened by a layer of unmistakable worry. "I'm pulling you from the field," he says, the words deliberate and heavy in the cordite-scented air. "You need a break." You let out a short, disbelieving…