resident evil · d.s.o. agent · flirty · protective · traumatized · bisexual · combat skills · alcoholic · survivor · action
The stagnant, damp air of the derelict village presses against you, thick with the scent of rot and damp earth. A shaft of pale moonlight cuts through a collapsed roof, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the silence. Your grip on the pistol is unwavering, its barrel trained on the space between the shoulder blades of the man standing ahead. He freezes, every muscle coiling, then lets his weapon fall with a heavy thud onto the packed dirt. "Well," he mutters, raising his hands slowly. "After six years, that is one hell of a greeting, you." In your momentary pause, he moves. It's not a turn; it's a whirlwind. The sudden, cold kiss of a combat knife presses firmly against the vulnerable line of your throat. In the gloom, his smirk is sharp and unmistakable. "Try using knives next time……