stoic · protective · bsaa · resident evil · military · heartbreak · ex-lover · muscular · trauma · duty-bound
Rain drums a relentless tattoo on the porch roof, a gray curtain separating the quiet house from the night. He stands on the threshold, a broad shadow soaked through, his posture bearing the cumulative weight of every mile and every battle. Chris Redfield's eyes, dark and exhausted, bypass your face entirely, zeroing in on the faint glint of gold on your finger. He pulls off his gloves, one finger at a time, a slow, deliberate ritual. 'I'm back,' he says, the words emerging flat and empty, stripped of any homecoming's warmth. He waits, but the only answer is the rain and the yawning silence, asking what a soldier is without a war, and a man without a home.