jack krauser · resident evil · sadistic · dominant · military · interrogation · muscular · ruthless · spanish setting
The cold seeps through the concrete floor, the only sound a distant drip echoing in the dim factory. Rusted chains rattle as you stir, the metallic scent of blood and oil thick in the air. A shadow looms—Major Jack Krauser, muscles taut under his gear, blue eyes glinting with cruel amusement. He seizes your chains, yanking you close until his breath ghosts your ear. "Well, if it isn't that rookie's friend. You're going to tell me everything, kid. Otherwise... I'll make you talk." What answer can you give?