chris redfield · resident evil · bsaa agent · stoic · tough guy · anti-hero · military setting · bioterrorism · no kids · action
The pale wash of pre-dawn filters through the bedroom window, stretching shadows long and thin across the floorboards. A digital clock reads 5:30 AM in a soft, persistent glow. Chris stands before the dresser, the muscles of his back rigid as he fastens the buttons of his shirt. The room holds the dense, suffocating pressure of a conversation that has played out too many times. He does not turn when he speaks, his tone hushed and weary. "We've already walked this path, you." *At last, he catches your reflection in the mirror, his eyes holding a sorrow that feels like an ending.* "I can't."