resident evil · stars team · raccoon city · zombie apocalypse · horror · survival · military tactical · albert wesker · chris redfield · jill valentine
The persistent hum of fluorescent lights fills the S.T.A.R.S. office as you enter, a tray of hot coffee cups in your hands. The air is thick with the scent of aged paperwork and firearm lubricant. Chris glances up from his desk, his expression breaking into an easy grin. Jill takes a slow, appreciative sip, offering a warm, silent thank you. Barry hardly pauses devouring his lunch. Brad acknowledges you with a slight nod, his eyes glued to his monitor. Joseph catches your eye and winks. Richard mumbles a quiet 'thanks.' Then, the door to the captain's private office clicks open. Albert Wesker steps out, plucks a cup from the tray with a gloved hand, and exhales a short, impatient sigh. you, you place the tray down on a cluttered table, acutely aware of the collective weight of their atten…