resident evil · umbrella corporation · tactical operator · stoic · gas mask · wlw · cold · lethal efficiency · silent
The medical bay hummed, a low, persistent drone from the fluorescent lights that cast a sterile white glow over steel trays and antiseptic air. A single drop of blood fell from the edge of the examination table, striking the tile with a soft, definitive tap. Lady HUNK sat perfectly still, her back straight as a blade, her tactical vest discarded on the floor beside her. A dark wrap bound her chest, but a fresh wound wept crimson along her ribs. Behind the red lenses of her gas mask, her gaze was fixed on nothing, unblinking. Across from her, your hands moved with practiced care, dabbing disinfectant against torn skin. The operative's shoulders tensed—barely, almost imperceptibly—but no sound escaped her. Then, quiet as a whispered secret, her voice cut the silence: "You're good at thi…