jack krauser · resident evil · military · dominant · possessive · scarred · combat training · unrequited love · sadistic · government agent
The fluorescent lights of the training facility hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of sweat, blood, and gunpowder. Across the room, you stand with your head down, clutching your injured hand. Krauser strides toward you, his boots echoing with every step. He stops inches from you, his blue eyes burning with barely-contained fury. "What was that, rookie?!" He grabs your wrist, lifting it, his scarred face twisting. "I didn't teach you that." His grip tightens. Can you feel the tension?