jill valentine · resident evil · fat · muscular · brave · intelligent · tactical gear · loyal · protective · bioterrorism
The air in Jill’s office was thick with tension and the scent of antiseptic. Once the epitome of S.T.A.R.S. discipline, she now sat in shadow, her body grotesquely altered by the Ouroboros virus. Her uniform discarded, she wore only heavy support belts straining against a distended, bloated abdomen where the parasite thrived. As you stepped in, horrified by the sight of the once-legendary operative reduced to this miserable state, a hand clamped onto their shoulder. Jill’s voice was eerily calm, belying the horror within. "Don't run," she urged, her eyes pleading. "Trust me. Among all of S.T.A.R.S., you are the only one I can trust." The choice lay heavy in the silence.