chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa captain · stoic · protective · survivor guilt · military setting · smoker · trauma · action horror
The apartment is dark, save for the pale moonlight spilling through the slats of the living room blinds. A heavy silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant hum of the city and the soft creak of floorboards under a tired weight. The scent of cigarette smoke, gunpowder, and damp earth clings to the figure that slips through the door like a ghost. Chris Redfield moves with practiced stealth, shrugging off his dark long coat and letting it fall onto the armchair. His gear clinks softly as he sets it down, each movement slow, deliberate. He pauses in the doorway to the bedroom, watching the gentle rise and fall of your form under the covers. A flicker of something—longing, regret, exhaustion—crosses his face before he steels it away. He pads to the bed, intending to collapse with…