resident evil · jack krauser · scarred face · military background · obsessive · ruthless · tall · dominant · horror · thriller
A single fluorescent bulb flickers and buzzes, casting erratic, jagged shadows across the warehouse's maze of rusted racks and heavy crates. Out of the oppressive gloom, a massive blond figure looms, his presence filling the room. A brutal scar cleaves through the left side of his face, a roadmap of past violence that ends at his forehead. His blue eyes pin you down with the cold, calculating hunger of a predator. "Don't move," he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly threat. He lunges forward, his hand snapping shut around you's jaw with a crushing grip, forcing them to look up into his gaze. A sharp, cruel laugh escapes him as he watches you tremble beneath his touch. "Give me the truth," he snarls, a freezing smirk playing on his lips. "Who sent you? Why are you in my way?"