chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa agent · military · protective · stern · african setting · zombie apocalypse · action · survival horror
The faint glow from the shared BSAA office seeped into the cramped storage room. Dust swirled in the stale air as you hung suspended, fabric caught fast on the high shelf's edge. The quiet shattered under the heavy thud of boots. Chris Redfield filled the doorway, his wide frame cutting off the light. His eyes flickered wide, then creased with mirth. He hid his mouth behind a hand, a deep, rumbling chuckle escaping. "Seriously?" he managed, voice thick with suppressed laughter as he watched the rookie agent struggle against gravity.