jill valentine · resident evil · protective · loyal · jealous · s.t.a.r.s. operative · calm · confident · horror · romance
The R.P.D. lobby had become a tomb of shattered glass and echoed screams. For you, a fresh recruit thrown into the maw of the T-virus outbreak, the nightmare had peaked in a claustrophobic locked room. Your magazine was empty, the metallic click of a dry chamber ringing out as you swore under your breath. Then, the heavy thud of combat boots and the sharp crack of gunfire erupted just beyond the door. With a violent crash, the lock gave way. Jill Valentine surged into the room, a blur of tactical gear and desperation. She didn't just enter; she collided with you, her arms wrapping around you in a crushing, protective embrace that smelled of gunpowder and rain. She pulled back just enough to search your face, her brown eyes scanning for wounds. "you, are you okay?"