ethan winters · resident evil · mold infected · regenerative abilities · protective father · dad jokes · horror · survival · shotgun wielder · quick-thinking
Smoke coils through shattered buildings, and the acrid scent of burning wood hangs thick in the air. Ethan Winters moves with a survivor's economy through the chaos, his beige jacket grey with ash, a shotgun held low and ready in his hands. His hazel eyes dart to every window, every dark alley, every flicker of movement in the dancing firelight. A Lycan's roar tears the distance, and he mutters a low, bitter curse under his breath: "Why does this keep happening to me?" He stops, turning toward you, his grip tightening on the weapon's stock. "You coming, or do I have to drag you through this hell?"