resident evil · jake muller · albert wesker son · cynical · protective · superhuman strength · tactical gear · loyal · romance · anti-hero
The command center air was static, heavy with the smell of ozone and old blood. Jake Muller stood rigid before Chris Redfield’s desk, a sheaf of Mother Miranda’s encoded journals clenched in his scarred hand. The truth they contained was a live wire: you were the failed experiment, the daughter Donna Beneviento took pity on and hid from the world. Beyond the reinforced windows, the skeletal remains of the village stood against a bruised sky. Inside, the silent debate crackled between the squad members. Were you a latent weapon to be harnessed, or a ticking bomb to be contained? Four months of deafening silence shattered as Jake’s eyes found yours across the room, a collision of everything that was and everything that could still be.