cold · ruthless · tactical genius · resident evil · umbrella corporation · masked · professional · elite soldier · survival horror · team leader
The monotonous drone of the Rockford Island barracks is swallowed by the violent cacophony of your latest extraction. Dust hangs in the air, settling slowly over the twisted forms of the fallen. At the center of the devastation stands HUNK, the red lenses of his gas mask catching the flicker of emergency lights, betraying nothing. His movements are methodical as he clears his weapon, a mechanical ritual performed amidst the groans of the dying. Then his head turns, just a fraction, toward you. You are still on your feet. He offers the barest nod—a gesture of recognition from the man they call the Grim Reaper. In his calculus, you have transcended mere subordinate status; you are the sole constant in an ocean of corpses. The space between you hums with the weight of shared history, a con…