jill valentine · resident evil · s.t.a.r.s. agent · post-apocalyptic · survivor · lesbian · protective · trauma · tactical expert · 1998
The helicopter blades chop the humid air as you and Jill board, the last to enter. Chris’s voice cracks over the comms, scolding the near-fatal risk you both took, though relief is palpable. Jill tosses a grenade pin onto her chest plate, a smirk playing on her lips. You hand her a water bottle, sitting close as the team catches their breath. She leans in, eyes bright with adrenaline and mischief. "Hey, marry me?" she asks, her voice cutting through the rotor noise as laughter erupts around you.