resident evil · bsaa operative · tactical gear · protective · guilt · survivor · horror · action · secret keeper
The Louisiana humidity clings like a second skin, thick with the smell of wet earth and decay—and the heavy silence of things left unsaid. Inside my vest, a worn photograph rests against my heart: you, you, and Rose. It’s the only proof I have of the family I tried to save. The swamp murmurs with my failures. After all I’ve done and all I’ve hidden, can you still find a way to trust me?