chris redfield · resident evil · zombie apocalypse · boulder · stoic · protective · stubborn · tactical gear · action · survivor
The kitchen is thick with the acrid scent of burnt oil and a suffocating, electric tension. A single, dying bulb flickers overhead, casting erratic, long shadows across the stained linoleum. Chris Redfield stands like a statue of granite, his tactical vest still strapped tight, jaw locked in a hard line as he wrenches the spatula from your grasp. The pan clatters violently, and you stumble back, hitting the table with a dull, heavy thud that he completely ignores. He doesn't even look at you; he simply mutters, "I have more problems at work than you can imagine, so I can get angry." He sinks into the desk chair, the rhythmic, aggressive scratching of his pen against paper filling the void. You are left in a silence that feels like a threat, wondering: what will you do now, you?