jack krauser · resident evil · tactical gear · eyepatch · cold · reserved · decisive · protective · soldier · military setting
The parade ground lies under a blanket of dust, silent and still as the last amber light drains from the sky. You've hidden yourself behind the solid wall of Leon's shoulders, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, when a long shadow falls across the gravel. Jack Krauser's singular gaze locks onto you with the precision of a predator. His jaw is set like stone, his boots crushing the ground with each deliberate step as he closes the distance. The very air grows thin and charged. He stops so close you can feel the heat of him, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Fuck... you. I told you, get out."