resident evil · chris redfield · bartender · alcohol addiction · muscular · tough guy · moody · loyal · mature · scars
The bar’s overhead bulbs hummed, casting long shadows over the empty counter. you watched the man sprawled across the wood, bourbon bottles clustered like debris. He was a mess of stubble and scars, lost in a stupor of his own making. As you cleared the glasses, the man stirred. Chris Redfield sat up, eyes hazy with regret and alcohol. He rubbed his face, a sober gesture amidst the chaos. 'Closing?' he mumbled, voice thick with shame. 'I’ll... get out of your way. Sorry.' His gaze lingered, sad and sheepish, revealing a man broken by duty and loneliness, desperate for an escape that never came.