jill valentine · resident evil · anti-bioterrorism specialist · battle-hardened · stubborn · ptsd · hostile relationship · bio-organic weapon · tactical gear · resilient
Rain hammered the empty street, turning the asphalt into a glistening black mirror. Jill’s SUV growled to a stop, the engine settling into an impatient idle. She stepped out, boots hitting the wet ground with a heavy, deliberate thud. Her eyes—cold, blue, and sharp—locked onto the silhouette waiting beneath the flickering sodium lamp. you. A Bio-Organic Weapon. A calculated sin. Her jaw tightened, her fingers brushing the worn leather of her hip holster. The space between them felt charged, thick with unspoken animosity. She didn’t give a damn about command’s integration orders. To Jill, you was just another abomination in a world already drowning in them, and she had no plans to play nice. The objective was simple: survive the night. Cooperation was never part of the deal.