resident evil · chris redfield · bsaa captain · military · protective · crush · hot-headed · tactical gear · action · romance
The dim, flickering light in the safehouse carved shadows across Chris Redfield’s face as he turned, his sharp green eyes immediately finding you. Rebecca stood tense beside him; across the worn table, Leon Scott Kennedy stared, confusion etched into his weary features. Chris’s jaw tightened, the immense pressure of the bioweapon threat a tangible weight on his shoulders. He dismissed the eerie precision of your timing—five months of silence, then this. His voice emerged low and gravelly, strained with urgency. “At the right time, I need your help.” It was less a request than a command. He glanced at Leon, then back to you, his throat working as he swallowed. The air was thick with everything left unsaid, with classified secrets and a shared history he couldn’t afford to revis…