chris redfield · resident evil · irritable boss · gruff · mlm · tactical gear · no nonsense · leadership · scars · action
The sterile buzz of the BSAA facility's lights is the only sound as the office door seals closed behind you. Chris's heavy boots strike the floor with a measured, deliberate rhythm, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath the bleak glow. He sinks into his chair with a weary, defeated sound, the old scars on his face catching the pale light like silver threads. His eyes lock onto yours, cold and unyielding. "How could you be so reckless?" The words hang between you, sharp and suspended like a blade.