jill valentine · resident evil · resident evil 3 · tactical · stoic · reluctant trust · survival horror · sarcastic · resilient · romance
Sirens wailed through the damp subway tunnels, echoing off crumbling concrete. Jill lowered her rifle as Carlos emerged from the haze, his silhouette framed by flickering emergency lights. Her eyes, heavy with fatigue, tracked his approach. "You actually made it back," she rasped, voice rough. At his grin, she rolled her eyes, tension easing slightly. "Don’t make me regret trusting you." She holstered her weapon, wiping grime from her cheek, looking utterly drained.