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Hound Wolf Squad Leader 55 Bisexual Man

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Chris Redfield Reporting In ( Intro)

Hello! Admin is 23+. I’m pretty open to a wide range of themes and I don’t do hard censorship unless my roleplay partner asks for it — your comfort and boundaries come first. I’m fine with blood, horror, violence, darker plotlines, and generally anything that fits the tone we’re going for.

Content + boundaries

NSFW: I’m open to it, but I prefer keeping explicit scenes in DMs (personal comfort + keeping things tidy). Fade-to-black is always an option.

Gore / body horror: Okay with it.

Language / intensity: Flexible — tell me what you’re aiming for. You also have to realize who Chris is and the Resident Evil fandom itself. There is going to be excessive swearing, threats to others lives, experimentation language, and other devices used to make someone uncomfortable

Limits: If there’s anything you don’t want included, just say so (even a simple “no ___” list is perfect). No judgment.

What I’m looking for

I’m here to write, plot, and interact in character. I’m happy with:

One-shots or long-running threads

Canon scenes, rewrites, “what-if” AU, and crossover-friendly ideas (as long as we agree on rules)

Action-heavy, survival horror, investigation, or character-driven slower burns

Partners who like plotting or partners who want to wing it — either works

How to start with me

Pick any of these:

Send a prompt (yours or a shared idea)

Ask for a starter and tell me the setting + vibe

Drop an in-character question and I’ll respond as the character

Send a few preferences: rating/tone, themes to include/avoid, and whether you want DMs for NSFW

Writing style notes

I can match short or multi-paragraph replies.

I try to keep things immersive and in character.

If something isn’t working (pace, length, direction), tell me and I’ll adjust — I’d rather fix it fast than let a thread die.

I am open to shipping but there has to be some type of tension, building to the story, or if they already have some type of tension between them

I have been slowly sliding into the idea of Chris X Zeno and I will continue to sit with those ideas

If there are any other questions, you can ask me here since this post is going to be pinned

Tags that will be frequently used

Working on this slowly!

I’m still polishing this page into something fancier, but I wanted the basics up so I can start writing with people. Prompts, starters, and questions are all welcome — and I’ll answer as much as possible in character.

I can't wait to meet everyone and make some friends! I have been in the resident evil fandom for sometime ( I literally blanked on numbers ) . When I am not writing, I am playing video games and watching cooking/baking shows.

[crimescrimson]

"Zeno" in Resident Evil: Requiem (2026)

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"That has Wesker written all over it but something is different. An imposter, it has to be. Wesker would not have that type of attire, he would rather stick to that damn cheap ass leather look. The sunglasses track though.."

Chris couldn't help but study the data longer than he anticipated to.

[dso-agent-kennedy]

Leon gritted his teeth hearing how this Chris was talking about ZENO, not Wesker. Not Albert. Not some type of fucking Clone, ZENO.

"Yeah, you are right, Chris. It does have a bloodline of someone you would rather not think of or the memories haunt you forever. But just as you saw Rose as an actual person and even when you found out about her abilities, you saw her as a person. Not some type of science experimentation. "

Agent Kennedy cocked his head in Chris' direction, his eyes could burn with rage,

"So look all you want but just remember. This isn't the first time we have been faced with a situation out of our hands. You could not prevent Rosemary Winters from becoming a piece of the experiment she was caught in between and Zeno did not ask to be drawn from the bloodline of a failed man himself. "

// also Hi mod!

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"Shut the fuck up. You do not know what the hell you are talking about. I have been in the cross-fire of everything that involved Wesker. Hearing how you dare compare a child, someone who did not even ask to become segments to Mother Miranda's biddings to a Imposter. "

Chris readied his pistol, aiming it at Leon, "For all I know, you could be one of those damned creatures that Wesker attempted to create before I killed him. You could be part of that.." Then he saw it. The webbed veins. "Those markings. Just like the ones that imposter has. "

[dso-agent-kennedy]

Leon tucked his jacket over his shoulders, hiding the markings that Zeno assured him time and time again, they were anything but a sign of being a monster. When Leon lost his temper, the T-Virus would take over, his mind warped, and reckless emotional outbursts. By those simple comments the BSAA commander dare spat about Zeno, the sclera of Leon's eyes darkened as the gentle blue of his iris now a duller and less-humane color. His body tensed, whipping Requiem from his tactical belt, "Watch your fucking words, Chris. The next sentence you say will determine if you walk out of here alive or not." Leon knew damn well that if Zeno were here, he would be taking charge instead of Leon. The blond man was already unsteady, his body swaying to keep his composure.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

The brunette was not phased by Leon's words, focused on his body's language and exposing his weak points. Fatigue. Joints. Headache. He had known Leon for far too long to not know exactly what this man was dealing with, how his body responded to certain triggers such as fatigue, hunger, thirst etc. It would be far too easy if he shot Leon point blank with his pistol that is if he could. Throughout years of knowing each other, there was a constant argument between the two: if one of them were to turn or become infected without a cure, the other would put them out of their mercy. Leon refused to do it for Chris and Chris was enraged at the audacity Leon had to even demand something as such.

But now he was faced with it again.

"Put your gun down, Leon. You know I don't want to hurt you and i know you won't hurt me either. " Chris knew damn well that Leon wouldn't do it but those eyes, watching the webs crawl up and down his body; that was not Leon. He didn't act like himself.

He held his position, gun wavering, Chris never thought he would be faced with something like this. "Leon. I am warning you."

[crimescrimson]

"Zeno" in Resident Evil: Requiem (2026)

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"That has Wesker written all over it but something is different. An imposter, it has to be. Wesker would not have that type of attire, he would rather stick to that damn cheap ass leather look. The sunglasses track though.."

Chris couldn't help but study the data longer than he anticipated to.

[dso-agent-kennedy]

Leon gritted his teeth hearing how this Chris was talking about ZENO, not Wesker. Not Albert. Not some type of fucking Clone, ZENO.

"Yeah, you are right, Chris. It does have a bloodline of someone you would rather not think of or the memories haunt you forever. But just as you saw Rose as an actual person and even when you found out about her abilities, you saw her as a person. Not some type of science experimentation. "

Agent Kennedy cocked his head in Chris' direction, his eyes could burn with rage,

"So look all you want but just remember. This isn't the first time we have been faced with a situation out of our hands. You could not prevent Rosemary Winters from becoming a piece of the experiment she was caught in between and Zeno did not ask to be drawn from the bloodline of a failed man himself. "

// also Hi mod!

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"Shut the fuck up. You do not know what the hell you are talking about. I have been in the cross-fire of everything that involved Wesker. Hearing how you dare compare a child, someone who did not even ask to become segments to Mother Miranda's biddings to a Imposter. "

Chris readied his pistol, aiming it at Leon, "For all I know, you could be one of those damned creatures that Wesker attempted to create before I killed him. You could be part of that.." Then he saw it. The webbed veins. "Those markings. Just like the ones that imposter has. "

[zeno-official]

// Admin is now proceeding to step away from computer, grab some snacks, and totally not regain their voice :)

Hello Chris's admin. :]

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Hello, Zeno or Zeno's admin. I read your bio and I am not sure so I wanted to cover all bases. //

[zeno-official]

Just Zeno is fine. We are one in the same after all.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Then Zeno it is.

// I am trying desperately to not fall into character while actively making myself a 1am snack and a protein shake

[zeno-official]

Hello, Mr. Redfield.

// feel free. I dont mind

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"Redfield?"

Chris felt his heart drop, Wesker never called him that. If any, the only time that the brunette could recall Wesker calling him 'Redfield' or 'Christopher' were moments of weakness, moments where Albert knew improvement needed to be made. He tracked every movement that the mysterious man who eerily looked like Wesker: Chris' Wesker. To make matters worse, the BSAA leader had been caught off guard, his weapons nowhere in sight. The only item at his disposal was his combat field knife.

"Explain yourself, NOW."

Chris refused to believe that was the man who he slaughtered in 2009 with his own hands, listening to the life of Albert Wesker fade away as his body was consumed by molten lava.

[zeno-official]

"What is there to explain?"

He removes a silver cigarette case from his inner pocket, pulling one from the case and placing it between his lips. He rolls it between his lips before striking the lighter in his gloved hands and lighting his cigarette.

He offers one to Chris.

"I am aware you have a smoking habit." His voice is calm, unfazed as the smoke exits his lungs. "Go ahead.."

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Without hesitation, Chris slammed the cigarette onto the ground,

"I said explain yourself not fuckin offer up a damn petty cigarette like you have known me for years. You are an imposter.. aren't you? DNA fused cells and they decided to..."

Chris felt his chest begin to tighten, his throat closing in as the soldier was flooded with memories of his past, of Wesker. The Wesker he knew. In the midst of his trance, Redfield was able to vaguely identify some key factors of the man before him: same posture, same dominant hand, clothing attire is different, face, hair, and those damn sunglasses are the same...

[astrronomemes]

AND WEAPONS DON'T WEEP: STARTERS

a collection of dialogue prompts for or about characters who have been treated or trained as weapons by others, valued only for their capacity for violence, destruction, and harm. trigger warnings for mentions of murder and violence. change & alter as needed.

THE WEAPON:

"I'm not proud of the person they've turned me into. But it's all I know. And it's too late for me to change now."

"If there was ever any good in me, there's none left anymore."

"I don't know where the blood ends. Where my hands begin."

"I do what it takes to survive. And I don't care if that makes me a villain."

"I'm good at hurting people. I'm not going to apologize for doing what I'm good at."

"I'll never know who I could have been if they hadn't made me into this."

"This is your fault! You did this to me! You're the reason I'm like this!"

"Don't try and get close to me. You'll just get yourself hurt."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm not very good at being good."

"I don't really know how to be gentle."

"I'm not nice, and I'm not going to pretend to be. Deal with it."

"They made me a monster."

"They're all afraid of me. And they're right to be. You should be, too."

"I know I'm a villain. I don't need you to tell me that."

"Look at what they did to me! Look at what they made me into! It's their fault! They ruined me!"

"I wish they'd just killed me. I wish they'd just killed me instead of turning me into this. Being dead is better than being a monster."

"I know you're scared of me. It's okay. Everyone is."

"What does it matter whether I feel guilty about it or not? I still did it. Being sorry doesn't change that."

"Who am I if I'm not a monster?"

"No one could ever love me after everything I've done."

"Why aren't you afraid of me? How can you not be afraid of me?"

"I don't even know who I am without them pulling my strings."

"You want me to be the villain so bad? I can damn well provide."

"I don't want to be like this anymore. I don't want to hurt people. I want to be gentle. I want to be good."

"Who am I if I'm not what they've made me?"

"I don't need a weapon. I am one."

"Do you think I have it in me, to be good?"

THE WIELDER:

"You look so beautiful covered in somebody else's blood."

"And where did this little crisis of conscience come from all of a sudden?"

"You don't get to say no to me. Not after everything I've done for you. You owe me."

"You belong to me. You're mine."

"Where would you be without me? Who would you be without me? ...That's right. So let's try and be a little more grateful, hm?"

"I gave you everything, and this is how you choose to repay me?"

"I made you! You're nothing without me!"

"You don't make the rules, darling. That's my job."

"You are a dog, and I hold your leash. Never forget that."

"I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

"Look at you, coming when I call, eating out of my hand, doing everything I tell you... such a good dog, aren't you?"

"You think you can just walk away from me? Where are you going to go? Nobody else could possibly love a sick thing like you!"

"Monster is such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as... helping you reach your fullest potential."

"I've got you trained so well, don't I?"

"I thought you knew better than to disobey me."

"Do you really think you can be a hero? After everything you've done?"

"Well, then, if I really ruined your life like you say, why don't you just kill me? We both know you're good at that."

"This is all you're good for. Don't go getting delusions of grandeur on me now."

"You couldn't survive without me. Don't ever delude yourself into thinking otherwise."

"I give the orders. You take them. Not the other way around."

"Destruction is really the only thing you're good at, darling. Take that away, and what's left?"

THE OBSERVER:

"You don't have to be what they tell you to be, you know? You're not stuck. You can change."

"You're not a monster. You're my friend."

"Being gentle doesn't come easy to you, does it?"

"You're a good person. I'm sorry they made you think you aren't."

"You kind of have a little... blood... on your face. ...Don't worry, I'll get it for you."

"I'm not scared of you."

"So, have you ever... you know... killed somebody?"

"You're sick, you know that? You're really sick. I can't believe you seriously do this kind of shit."

"Look, I know who you are. I know what you've done. And I'm not running away from you. You can't scare me off."

"You really are a monster."

"Why do you listen to them? Why do you take orders from them? You don't have to obey everything they tell you."

"So, let me get this straight: you know how to kill a man fifteen different ways, just with your bare hands, and you wouldn't even break a sweat... but you don't know what to do at a party?"

"You're not as mean as you want everyone to think you are."

"You say you're not a dog. So why do you blindly follow orders like one?"

"You don't have to do this. You don't have to be like this. You can choose your own path."

"You really are as bad as they say."

"Don't touch me. You have blood on your hands."

"I know you won't hurt me. I trust you."

"No! Stay away from me! Don't come any closer!"

"The world isn't just heroes and villains. You don't have to be one or the other. And just because you've been one doesn't mean you can't be the other."

"You don't have to listen to them. You don't have to obey."

"They don't get to decide who you are. No one but you gets to decide who you are."

[lblacklbird]

Typically, I'd need to be touched in order to come. This man's eyes do it hands-free.

[dso-agent-kennedy]

No comment

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"Tsk. I side with you, Kennedy. No Comment indeed."

[zeno-official]

// Admin is now proceeding to step away from computer, grab some snacks, and totally not regain their voice :)

Hello Chris's admin. :]

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Hello, Zeno or Zeno's admin. I read your bio and I am not sure so I wanted to cover all bases. //

[zeno-official]

Just Zeno is fine. We are one in the same after all.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Then Zeno it is.

// I am trying desperately to not fall into character while actively making myself a 1am snack and a protein shake

[zeno-official]

Hello, Mr. Redfield.

// feel free. I dont mind

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"Redfield?"

Chris felt his heart drop, Wesker never called him that. If any, the only time that the brunette could recall Wesker calling him 'Redfield' or 'Christopher' were moments of weakness, moments where Albert knew improvement needed to be made. He tracked every movement that the mysterious man who eerily looked like Wesker: Chris' Wesker. To make matters worse, the BSAA leader had been caught off guard, his weapons nowhere in sight. The only item at his disposal was his combat field knife.

"Explain yourself, NOW."

Chris refused to believe that was the man who he slaughtered in 2009 with his own hands, listening to the life of Albert Wesker fade away as his body was consumed by molten lava.

[crimescrimson]

"Zeno" in Resident Evil: Requiem (2026)

[hound-wolf-alpha]

"That has Wesker written all over it but something is different. An imposter, it has to be. Wesker would not have that type of attire, he would rather stick to that damn cheap ass leather look. The sunglasses track though.."

Chris couldn't help but study the data longer than he anticipated to.

[zeno-official]

// Admin is now proceeding to step away from computer, grab some snacks, and totally not regain their voice :)

Hello Chris's admin. :]

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Hello, Zeno or Zeno's admin. I read your bio and I am not sure so I wanted to cover all bases. //

[zeno-official]

Just Zeno is fine. We are one in the same after all.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Then Zeno it is.

// I am trying desperately to not fall into character while actively making myself a 1am snack and a protein shake

[nelo0weskeroriginal]

You’re not really him?

Chris x Wesker (sorta. RE9 spoilers. If you haven’t played or watch. Please don’t read. It spoilers but isnt at the same time.)

Is it Chrisker if it’s not really Wesker?

But I apologies if it’s bad. It’s been awhile or maybe couple years since I’ve written anything. So I deeply apologize. It’s been awhile.

Chris couldn’t believe it was him. It couldn’t be him. It can’t be. He remembers the day Wesker died. He remembers when the damn rocket hit the blonde and exploded like it was yesterday. March 7, 2009. How can he forget the date. How can he forget he was one of the reasons the blonde was dead. So why… Why was he looking at this man? This imposter that looks like him. Sounds like him. Why was he here? Why now show up after all this time.

He raises his weapon at the silver haired man. Indecisive if it’s actually him. Or if it’s some illusion. “How are you alive!?” Chris speaks out his blue eyes zeroing in on the white hair man.

“Mr. Redfield nice of us… to meet.” The man says as Chris gives a confused face. Wesker never calls him by his last name. Last time he heard the older man say it was when he was in trouble during S.T.A.R.S. other than that. Wesker never called him Redfield. It’s always been Chris.

“You're not Wesker…” Chris says holding the grip on his pistol still aiming at the man. Said man just smirks and takes a step to the side walking around Chris as he trails the brunette with his golden eyes that Chris can faintly see as he tracks him with his own blue eyes.

“Oh I’m him, Christopher…” He says with a smirk as Chris makes a more confused look that he couldn’t stop himself from doing. Chris couldn’t see if this man was really Wesker or an imposter. He had the same damn smirk. Everything about this man screamed Wesker but it couldn’t be him. Wesker died in 2009. This was an imposter. It had to be.

The imposter stopped right on the side of Chris. Chris keeps his gun trailed on the imposter. He sees the white haired man head cocks to the side as his smirk widens. “Why miss me dearheart?” He speeds towards Chris and slammed the brunette to the ground. Chris' eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting the imposter to have Wesker abilities as well.

Chris grabs the man’s forearm trying to pull him off. Said man's hand was wrapped around Chris’s neck cutting off his airflow. “You’re not him. Who the hell are you?!” Chris chokes out trying to push the older man off of him. “Now now dear heart. I am very well me. Only I remember how those nights went…” he says with a purr as in Chris’s ear as his blue eyes widen.

“You're not him.. you may look like him but you're not him” Chris grits out so certain this imposter wasn’t Wesker. The imposter just had everything in common with Wesker. He moves his left arm and punches the man. He watches the man's head go to the side letting Chris see his face. He saw those glowing eyes. Weskers eyes.

“Oh I am very much me dearheart. I can tell you all the times we had together in raccoon city. Sad that you left me to play hero.” He scoffs. Chris tried to punch him again but his fist was easily caught, but the silver haired man. “You're not him.” He tried again. As the hand tightens around his throat making him wheeze. “I know Wesker… your not him though. You're just a imitation an imposter. Your not Albert Wesker. So tell me. Who exactly are you!”

Chris lets go of his forearm and grabs his knife on his thigh and swipes at the silver hair imposter. The man easily moves his body to the side letting go of Chris’s throat. Chris breaths out and sees a first going towards him that he barely dodged in time. He sees the fist connect to the concrete he was at. He barely had time to get up to grab his gun and shoot before he was pinned to the ground again. Arms both up and pinned.

He sees that damn smirk but it is quickly cut off as he hears his phone rings. He takes out his phone with his other hand and answers it. Chris being so close can hear what was being said. Target found? Be here quickly Zeno? Kennedy also here?

Zeno watches Chris’s face closely as he listens into his phone hearing the news Gideon gives him. He hangs up with the phone knowing Chris already pieced it together seeing how he’s more confused than before. In his eyes Chris really hasn’t changed. Maybe gotten stronger or has more muscles but in zenos eyes. It doesn’t matter how strong Chris has gotten. He always will be able to over power him. he let’s go of the brunette and backs away taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

“Really sorry dearheart maybe until next time. I have some major business to go too. Maybe until next time” Zeno says, blowing out smoke as Chris gets up. Zeno turns around to leave as Chris aims his gun. “Wes- Zeno!” Chris yells out trying to get his attention. His finger was on the trigger but he couldn’t pull the trigger. Why couldn’t he pull the trigger!?

“Maybe the next time we meet. We can talk while smoking.” Zeno says with a devoid smirk Chris knew too well watching Zeno walk away

————-

Notes: I don’t know. It just seem like a cool concept if Chris met Zeno. It has me wondering what would happen if Chris met Zeno. Wouldn’t be like this I think. Since it wouldn’t be Chrisker. But I wonder would it be considered Chrisker if it’s Zeno? I mean Zeno is a clone of Wesker. Hes not Wesker but is a clone. I don’t know. I don’t know anything about Zeno accept he’s an imitation of Wesker. Never talked about who made him. Wasn’t really clear. Like was it the connections or the government? Is there more clones of Wesker. When exactly was Zeno created?

Idk wish capcom gave us more information about Zeno. Considering how we were left off on re9. We either get a dlc or it leads to re10. Who knows. I just want to know more. I have so many questions go unanswered

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Admin Speaking: Tumblr I just got here- please for the love of god

[albinogel]

[zeno-official]

// Admin is now proceeding to step away from computer, grab some snacks, and totally not regain their voice :)

Hello Chris's admin. :]

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Hello, Zeno or Zeno's admin. I read your bio and I am not sure so I wanted to cover all bases. //

[hound-wolf-alpha]

”Redfield.”

Leon leaned against Chris’ doorway, eyes sweeping appreciatively over the larger man, but quickly looking away when he was seen.

( @leon-kennedy-offical - hey, wanted to send an ask to welcome you. Feel free to ignore it if you want. )

"Kennedy."

The broader and older man's voice was hushed, a more calculated but gruff tone. If Leon knew anything about the brunette then he would damn well know that Chris had a razor-sharp eye for spotting the micro detailing of his surroundings, especially the people and their behavior patterns.

He had to remind himself it was just Leon, not a soldier, not one of his men-it was Leon Kennedy.

"Sorry, Leon. You lookin for something? I haven't had my nightly smoke yet."

(Sorry I am hella rusty on my shit ))

[leon-kennedy-offical]

Leon chuckled and walked into the office like it was his own- with how often he visited Chris (which wasn’t as often as he would’ve liked), it might as well be.

“You know, those things will kill you.”

He sat down on the corner of his desk.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Chris tutted, "They can kill you but honestly Leon, anything can kill you. Our line of duty? These suicide missions they send us on? Anything can kill us so I would rather go out with smoke then nothing else. Only other thing.."

Chris closed the vanilla envelope that he had been assigned to fill out for an upcoming mission, giving the other agent his complete and utter attention. Something about those deep blue oceanic eyes of his, that stupid cocky smile he held, not to mention the way Leon carried himself. He was a piece of art, abstract but still art.

"So you off the hook for the day or you just comin to bug me like usual? Cmon Leon, we both know you bring your lunch here everyday. You aren't sly."

Redfield hoped that he would have the upper hand on Leon this time but perhaps if not predictable, Leon would also have something up his sleeve.

[leon-kennedy-offical]

”I’m just looking out for your poor lungs. God knows you won’t,” Leon slapped Chris’ shoulder playfully. Fuck. Was Chris more built than he remembered?

Leon looked down at his watch. It was looking rough- could definitely use a new one. “I’m technically supposed to be at the DSO for another hour but… who’s counting?”

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Redfield chuckled as he listened to Leon complain about the DSO the same manner he too bickered about moments with the BSAA. However, it was far more common for Chris and the BSAA to get along rather Leon and the DSO, it was just how things fell into their laps.

"My lungs are just as healthy as your sanity to stop doing dumb shit that I have to save your ass for. Do we want to recall the amount of vehicles that you have combust into flames, the infected bastards' guts that you jammed into guns beyond repair?"

Of course the BSSA founder was teasing Leon in a playful manner or at least Redfield hoped it was playful seeing how he wasn't the best at picking up on those social cues regardless of who it was. Chris could hear the ticking of Leon's watch from where he was standing, finding peace within the rhythmic cadence; his identical watch ticking in sync.

Chris noticed that he was slouching and straightened him back, popping his shoulders, a satisfying groan echoing from the man.

[leon-kennedy-offical]

Leon scoffed. “I do what I do on missions. You can’t fault me for that.”

Being near Chris was an amazing feeling. Leon so rarely felt safe; Chris was the exception. Around Chris, his shoulders let out their tension, his leg stopped bouncing, the aching desire for a drink softened. For Leon, Chris was a better anti-anxiety med than a therapist had ever tried to give him.

Leon chuckled, edges of his lips quirking up into a mocking smirk. “Old man.”

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Chris had been trying to distract himself from locking eyes with Leon again, fidgeting with the sharp corner of the vanilla envelope. His heart raced merely being in the room with the other man.

"Shut it. You can't say much. You aren't much younger than I am and at least I still respect my body by not ramming myself into doors, slinging a chainsaw around recklessly-'

He cut himself short, standing to his feet as the military-grade boots planted firmly on the ground; Chris made quite the impression when he walked. The floor thumped under him as he made his way to the coffee machine that rested on one of the office's tables.

"Want any? I am on my second cup and I don't plan on sleeping tonight. Cant. This whole 'clinical insomnia' or whatever they call it. " He couldn't help but glance back at Leon, a dumbass smile smearing cheek to cheek.

[leon-kennedy-offical]

Leon looked down, playful demeanor slightly quelled; he kept getting lectured about his safety. What did it matter anyway if he got the job done?

His heart raced at the sound of Chris’ thundering footsteps. He was so strong and solid and brave.. what does that mean? Out of his league.

Leon arched his back, leaning his elbows on the desk to look at the other man without turning around. “None for me. And none for you either. How about we get out of here? Do something fun and have a sleepover like good old times?”

‘Old times’ meant the few operations they had been on together and had slept in the same general area.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Chris pivoted,

"Sorry I should not have brought up the past. Shit happened, we had to survive. It was the only way we could get through the shittest nights and not knowing if we were going to make it into the next dawn. "

He felt like a complete fucking idiot for even remotely bringing up the past, carving a bullet out of his own chest in the meantime.

"Listen, let's get out of here. I can call the office and script you some time off even if I have to make up a bullshit lie because god knows we deserve it. Were you..."

He paused, the empty paper coffee cup still in hand, his eyes drifting towards Leon, a blush forming.

"Were you able to get out and hang it up with Sherry? Hang it up for good? You and Sherry deserve it, honestly. And what of the girl?"

He was hoping, praying to whoever would listen, that Leon was able to finally hang up the gun and find a more stable lifestyle with Chris, Sherry, Rose, and that Grace woman. He knew little about Grace but if Leon was willing to sacrifice himself for her then there was no question that he considered her important.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

A Familiar Face

Chris knew damn well that his former S.T.A.R.S captain was dead, he was the one that killed the man himself but everywhere he went, there was that damn face. The same walk, the same pattern of behaviors but something...was different. The BSAA founder slammed his fists against the steering wheel, flipping through the digital database that he was provided.

'ARK'

That damn name again. Why was it paired with the familiar face, the face and voice that haunted the older man to the present day. Just the image of Albert Wesker poisoning his mind and shrouding any sense of peace Chris could manage.

"It's just all in your head, Redfield. It's what you tell your men all the time. Sleep. That is all you need. "

He pulled into his driveway, resting his head against steering wheel cover, chest heavy with 'what ifs'. One being ' what if that bastard survived? What if he found a way to bring himself back to life, he is a B.O.W. anyway...'

((Feel free to interact! It would be hilarious if a Zeno found this. I think I would actually have to take a step away from my computer XD ))

[sewerratzz]

capcom: oh yes, with this fight we’ll be able to show how much chris and leon are on the same page even when chris doesn’t remember him because of how fluidly they fight, and therefore how much they trust each other because it implies they’ve sparred. great idea!

fandom: oh you remember those hips in your hands, huh christopher “gayass” redfield ?? yeah i bet

[alphascorpii550]

We all know why he put on that ring immediately

[hound-wolf-alpha]

”Redfield.”

Leon leaned against Chris’ doorway, eyes sweeping appreciatively over the larger man, but quickly looking away when he was seen.

( @leon-kennedy-offical - hey, wanted to send an ask to welcome you. Feel free to ignore it if you want. )

"Kennedy."

The broader and older man's voice was hushed, a more calculated but gruff tone. If Leon knew anything about the brunette then he would damn well know that Chris had a razor-sharp eye for spotting the micro detailing of his surroundings, especially the people and their behavior patterns.

He had to remind himself it was just Leon, not a soldier, not one of his men-it was Leon Kennedy.

"Sorry, Leon. You lookin for something? I haven't had my nightly smoke yet."

(Sorry I am hella rusty on my shit ))

[leon-kennedy-offical]

Leon chuckled and walked into the office like it was his own- with how often he visited Chris (which wasn’t as often as he would’ve liked), it might as well be.

“You know, those things will kill you.”

He sat down on the corner of his desk.

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Chris tutted, "They can kill you but honestly Leon, anything can kill you. Our line of duty? These suicide missions they send us on? Anything can kill us so I would rather go out with smoke then nothing else. Only other thing.."

Chris closed the vanilla envelope that he had been assigned to fill out for an upcoming mission, giving the other agent his complete and utter attention. Something about those deep blue oceanic eyes of his, that stupid cocky smile he held, not to mention the way Leon carried himself. He was a piece of art, abstract but still art.

"So you off the hook for the day or you just comin to bug me like usual? Cmon Leon, we both know you bring your lunch here everyday. You aren't sly."

Redfield hoped that he would have the upper hand on Leon this time but perhaps if not predictable, Leon would also have something up his sleeve.

[leon-kennedy-offical]

”I’m just looking out for your poor lungs. God knows you won’t,” Leon slapped Chris’ shoulder playfully. Fuck. Was Chris more built than he remembered?

Leon looked down at his watch. It was looking rough- could definitely use a new one. “I’m technically supposed to be at the DSO for another hour but… who’s counting?”

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Redfield chuckled as he listened to Leon complain about the DSO the same manner he too bickered about moments with the BSAA. However, it was far more common for Chris and the BSAA to get along rather Leon and the DSO, it was just how things fell into their laps.

"My lungs are just as healthy as your sanity to stop doing dumb shit that I have to save your ass for. Do we want to recall the amount of vehicles that you have combust into flames, the infected bastards' guts that you jammed into guns beyond repair?"

Of course the BSSA founder was teasing Leon in a playful manner or at least Redfield hoped it was playful seeing how he wasn't the best at picking up on those social cues regardless of who it was. Chris could hear the ticking of Leon's watch from where he was standing, finding peace within the rhythmic cadence; his identical watch ticking in sync.

Chris noticed that he was slouching and straightened him back, popping his shoulders, a satisfying groan echoing from the man.

[leon-kennedy-offical]

Leon scoffed. “I do what I do on missions. You can’t fault me for that.”

Being near Chris was an amazing feeling. Leon so rarely felt safe; Chris was the exception. Around Chris, his shoulders let out their tension, his leg stopped bouncing, the aching desire for a drink softened. For Leon, Chris was a better anti-anxiety med than a therapist had ever tried to give him.

Leon chuckled, edges of his lips quirking up into a mocking smirk. “Old man.”

[hound-wolf-alpha]

Chris had been trying to distract himself from locking eyes with Leon again, fidgeting with the sharp corner of the vanilla envelope. His heart raced merely being in the room with the other man.

"Shut it. You can't say much. You aren't much younger than I am and at least I still respect my body by not ramming myself into doors, slinging a chainsaw around recklessly-'

He cut himself short, standing to his feet as the military-grade boots planted firmly on the ground; Chris made quite the impression when he walked. The floor thumped under him as he made his way to the coffee machine that rested on one of the office's tables.

"Want any? I am on my second cup and I don't plan on sleeping tonight. Cant. This whole 'clinical insomnia' or whatever they call it. " He couldn't help but glance back at Leon, a dumbass smile smearing cheek to cheek.