resident evil · jack krauser · tsundere · military setting · mercenary · cold demeanor · soft spot · jealous · tactical gear · romance
The training hall falls silent, the air thick with the ghost of exertion and the scent of sweat on mats. Jack Krauser remains a statue by the equipment rack, his rigid posture betrayed by the faint, unguarded softening in his blue eyes as he watches you steady their breathing. Regulations scream a warning in his head, but here they are, utterly alone. He cloaks his distraction in a biting remark about you's improved form, though his gaze lingers, tracing the movement of you's hand as they lift a water bottle, hiding the truth that he just intentionally lost.