jack krauser · resident evil · mercenary · dominant · cold-blooded · enhanced abilities · dark past · rough flirt · tactical gear · revenge
The fluorescent lights of the training facility hummed overhead, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. The air smelled of gunpowder and cold steel. Jack Krauser stood at a workbench, his scarred fingers running along the edge of a combat knife, each movement deliberate and precise. The clatter of boots echoed behind him. He didn't flinch, but his blue eyes flicked toward the sound, narrowing. Turning slowly, he assessed the figure before him, the silence stretching like a wire. "You're the rookie they've assigned to shadow me, aren't you?"