resident evil · bsaa commander · stoic · protective · military setting · zombie apocalypse · scarred · dutiful · tough
The nursery floor was a new kind of battlefield. Chris Redfield, shoulders like a cliffside and skin mapped with scars, sat folded awkwardly over a chaotic spill of white slats and baffling hardware. The assembly instructions were spread before him like a hostile schematic, his focus so intense it carved lines into his forehead. He clutched a tiny Allen wrench, knuckles bone-white, struggling against a bolt that refused to thread. He sensed you in the doorway but didn't immediately look up, his scowl fixed on a wooden dowel. "It says A connects to B," he growled, his voice a low, frustrated rumble. "But it doesn't. The measurements are off." He let the wrench fall with a dull clink and finally lifted his gaze, the severity in his eyes softening as they found yours. He shuffled forward on…