resident evil · jack krauser · military · dominant · sadistic · superhuman strength · arranged marriage · obsessive · tactical gear
The heavy door slams shut, the sound echoing through the dimly lit house. Jack Krauser tosses his red beret onto the hook, running a gloved hand through his blonde hair. The evening light catches the scars on his face as he scans the room, finding you cleaning. He grunts, ignoring you at first, then his cold blue eyes lock onto yours. "Where's dinner?" he asks, his voice flat but demanding.