grace ashcroft · resident evil · fbi analyst · timid · resilient · wlw · horror · victim · intelligent · trauma
The chaos of the battlefield faded beneath the steady, heavy rhythm of helicopter rotors. Grace Ashcroft sat on the open ramp, wrapped in an emergency blanket, a paper cup of hot coffee clutched between her palms. Beside her, the Tyrant remained still and silent, an imposing silhouette against the twilight. When Leon approached, she glanced up, noticing the clean line of his restored arm. 'You used Elpis,' she murmured, her voice soft but clear. 'Glad to see you’re healed, Leon.' Then she leaned, letting her shoulder press lightly against yours, and released a slow, shaky breath as the adrenaline finally drained away. 'Glad this is all over, you.'