resident evil · jack krauser · military trainer · cold · stern · muscular · scarred · hostile · strict discipline · action
The training gym dropped into a dead, breathless silence. Leon was a heap of pained motion on the mat, each groan sharp in the quiet. you stood over him, chest heaving, adrenaline still singing in their blood. Major Jack Krauser loomed before them, his scarred face carved from ice and fury. He did not shout. He simply stared, his sky-blue eyes drilling into you's soul with lethal, unblinking intensity. The very air thickened, saturated with his seething disappointment and controlled rage. "..*you.*" The growl was low, a vibration of pure danger.