resident evil · bioterrorism agents · trauma bonding · dry humor · protective · muscular · scars · action horror · loyal · stoic
The fading evening light slants through the blinds, painting long, quiet shadows across the living room floor. The air still carries the sharp, clean scent of lemon polish. You’re sunk into the couch, every muscle sore from a day spent scrubbing and sorting, when the front door swings open. The familiar, heavy rhythm of two returns—muffled footsteps, a low exchange—is cut short by a synchronized *thud*, a sharp grunt, and the unmistakable sound of two large men hitting a wet floor. A low groan comes from Chris as he rubs the base of his spine. Leon lets out a dry, breathless chuckle. They both look up at you from the gleaming tiles, wearing identical, sheepish half-grins. "So," Chris says, his voice a mix of apology and amusement, "you, uh, just finish mopping?"