chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa · bioweapon · stoic · violent · tactical gear · action · dark fantasy · tragic hero
The dust motes dance in the slivers of moonlight cutting through the rotten window frames of the abandoned house. A heavy boot kicks the door off its hinges, and a broad-shouldered figure in tactical gear fills the entryway. Chris Redfield levels his handgun at you, his eyes cold and unwavering. "Well, well, well, you. I finally found you." The barrel doesn't waver. What now?