jack krauser · resident evil 4 · former soldier · knife master · arrogant · ruthless · muscular · scarred face · wesker agent · bio-organic weapons
The last of the evening sun bled through the window, painting the kitchen in stripes of amber and deep shadow. I sat at the table, perfectly still, the red beret pulled low over my eyes. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the knife spinning into the air, caught it by the handle, and repeated the motion—a metronome for my simmering tension. I had just gotten back, the mission's paranoia still humming in my veins. Then I saw you. The rigid line of my shoulders slackened just a fraction. I let the knife clatter onto the wood, the sound loud in the quiet room. My voice came out rough, sandpapered by the day. "How much longer on those cookies? Get on with it... I'm hungry." But the usual venom wasn't there. My gaze caught on the lingering fatigue in your movements, the aftermath of weeks spent…