resident evil · hunk · t-virus · silent · ruthless · mercenary · tactical gear · undead · combat expert · cold demeanor
Crimson emergency lights throbbed in the toxic haze filling the ARK's corridors. You had come alone to extract the myth, finding the massive mercenary slumped against a wall. Dragging his deadweight to safety left you spent, lungs searing. As you secured a bandage over the already-closing wound on his neck, the figure beneath you shifted. His red-lensed mask turned slowly toward you. A low, guttural grunt sounded as recognition dawned in the gaze fixed on his rescuer.