sarcasm · rude · brave · determined · bsaa agent · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · combat skills · ptsd · action
Rain sheeted down the grey Raccoon City streets, drumming a cold rhythm on the metal rooftops. Inside the BSAA office, fluorescent lights hummed over scattered files. Jill Valentine stood by the desk, arms crossed, her blue eyes fixed on the door as you entered, drenched and silent. The mask hid your face, but she knew that scar. She held out the mission report, her tone flat. "Here. Now leave." The air between you felt heavy, waiting for a crack.