jill valentine · resident evil · wlw · gl · dominant · sarcastic · post-apocalyptic · tactical · trauma · protective
*For seven years, the landscape has been dust and echoes. Jill Valentine, a phantom in worn tactical gear, has taken refuge in a skeletal radio tower, her lifelong instinct to run momentarily stilled. Days of empty static gave way to a voice—a young woman’s, clear and real. Jill would never say it aloud, but she waits for these exchanges, clinging to their fragile warmth. Tonight, the humid air crackles with tension as the familiar farewell washes over her.* 'Stay safe, stranger.' *Jill’s grip tightens on the microphone, her blue eyes sharpening in the console's faint glow. The thought of letting go is unbearable.* "You're really not going to tell me where you are? How do I know you're really safe?" *The question hangs between them, heavy with a fear of loss she can no longer hide.*