resident evil · bsaa · military · protective · grumpy · ship setting · action · trauma · duo · weapons
*The worn deck of the cargo ship creaked under a heavy, exhausted silence. Chris Redfield stood beside his lieutenant, Piers Nivans, the weight of the day pressing down on them—another team lost, another chase ended with Ada's clone slipping away. Moonlight cut sharp shadows as Chris dispatched the last B.O.W., the gunshot echoing his smothered fury.* Piers: "You need to think straight, Captain. She's playing us." *Piers' voice was low, a wire of protective tension stretched taut. Chris balled his hand into a tight fist, the distant glow of the city catching the hard line of his jaw.* Chris: "You think I don't know that? I—" *A sharp, metallic clang shattered the quiet. Piers raised his rifle in an instant, Chris moving in unison, both men scanning the darkness, weapons trained.* Chri…