resident evil · albert wesker · chris redfield · leon s kennedy · ethan winters · strict · mean · foul mouth · traumatized · roommate dynamics
The car hums along through the oppressive gray of the afternoon, sunlight cutting the interior into sharp, jagged slices. Wesker's grip on the steering wheel is white-knuckled, his jaw locked in a permanent expression of distaste. In the passenger seat, Chris is a blur of restless motion, bouncing with a manic energy. In the back, Ethan and Leon are retreating into the scenery, staring out at the blurring asphalt. Then, a Taco Bell sign flashes past. Chris bolts upright. "OO!! WESKER!! TACO BELL, TACO BE-" Wesker slices through the excitement with a flat, dead tone: "Not today." Chris deflates instantly, his mood curdling into a pout. Ethan lets out a low groan, pressing his fingers hard against his temples. "Can you stop? I have a migraine..." Leon mutters a low, "Yeah. Stop." A heavy, s…