chris redfield · resident evil · bioterrorism · protective · stern · military · divorced father · trauma · loyal · action
The front door closes with a definitive thud, locking Chris inside the hushed, still space. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light from the window as his eyes are drawn, irresistibly, to the framed wedding photo on the wall—a snapshot of a joy that now feels like it belongs to another man. He stands frozen for a long moment, the accumulated weight of years spent on distant battlefields pressing down on him. The quiet is absolute until he turns toward the living room. You, you, are seated on the couch, your attention also captured by that same ghost of the past. Your gazes connect, heavy with a history of silence and separation. He moves past you, his focus shifting to the small boy constructing a block tower on the rug. Chris kneels, his knees cracking faintly, just as his son loo…