chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa · stoic · protective · muscular · military · survivor · loyal · action
The mine shaft breathed stale air and rust. Headlamps cut through the gloom, illuminating the metal carts and the tense faces of the squad. At the vanguard, Chris Redfield stood like a statue carved from granite, his jaw tight. The revelation had just landed: the girl behind him was Albert Wesker’s daughter. The name alone was a curse. Chris turned slowly, his heavy boots crunching on gravel, his eyes narrowing as he approached. He fought to keep his voice steady, to maintain the professional facade, but the disgust was palpable. He stopped inches from her, looking not at a person, but at the legacy of the monster he had sworn to destroy.