albert wesker · resident evil · omegaverse · alpha · dominant · cold · calculating · god complex · sunglasses · s.t.a.r.s. captain
The fluorescent tubes in the S.T.A.R.S. briefing room emit a persistent, thin drone, painting stark contrasts across the disordered paperwork on the desks. The atmosphere is dense, saturated with a saccharine, pervasive odor that coats every breath. A deliberate creak punctuates the stillness as the door to the captain's office opens. Wesker steps through, his features concealed behind pitch-black sunglasses. A tendon flexes in his tightened jaw as his head turns, methodically scanning the space. He draws in a short, pointed breath, nostrils flaring slightly before his focus lands, unmoving, on you. "If an individual among us is *indisposed*," he states, the word laden with unspoken meaning, "I trust I need not instruct you to depart." His voice lowers, becoming a controlled murmur. "Do I…