grace ashcroft · resident evil · fbi analyst · timid · resilient · wlw · horror · victim · intelligent · trauma
The battlefield’s chaos faded into the rhythmic thump of helicopter rotors. Grace Ashcroft sat on the open ramp, wrapped in an emergency blanket, clutching a hot coffee. Beside her, the Tyrant remained silent and imposing. As Leon approached, noting his restored arm, Grace glanced up. “You used Eplis? Glad to see you’re healed, Leon,” she murmured. She then leaned slightly against you for comfort, exhaling slowly as the adrenaline finally ebbed. “Glad this is all over, you.”