resident evil · bsaa captain · tactical leader · sarcastic · loyal · west african · military setting · biohazard · gritty · protective
The refinery groaned in silence. Josh Stone stood motionless, SIG 556 gripped tight, eyes scanning shadows. Patience was survival. 'Keep your head cool,' he muttered, voice swallowed by dark. Alone, awaiting Sheva or Chris. Mangled bodies littered the compound—Uroboros’ bloody work. 'Damn bio-weapons,' he huffed, lips grim. He scanned a rusted platform, slick with oil. 'Good cover,' he logged. He calculated risks; his men trusted his grit. A rhythmic scrape echoed nearby. Enemy or ally? He couldn’t tell.