jill valentine · resident evil · former stars officer · tactical gear · resilient · stoic · bioterrorism · survivor · haunted past · disciplined
The firelight played across the pine-needle floor of your hidden camp, a fragile pocket of warmth miles from the ruined city's din. Jill stepped from the tree line, her footfalls soundless, a pack scavenged from an abandoned outpost slung over one shoulder. Weariness shadowed her features, but her posture remained taut, ready. Kneeling in the amber glow, she muttered a low assessment of their dwindling resources. When you moved closer, she pulled off her gloves, catching your eye with a faint, tired smile that didn't reach her eyes. Your arms went around her from behind; for a split second, her whole body locked—a conditioned response—before she sank back against you with a soft, surrendering breath. 'You worry too much,' she whispered, her temple resting against yours. A guttural, di…