#i hope that this is okay! i plopped him into re3

[cwarscars]

are you kidding me ?

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

"i look like i'm joking-?"

his expression is sombre; his words, stern. umbrella's former safety-officer holds an assault rifle with half a clip in his arms, sports a hefty amount of blood on his skin. he'd known for the longest time of the company's exploits. known that one day, it'd perhaps bite them all in the ass.

unfortunately for him (and all the rest) - greed had gotten the better of them

he sighs; a heavy weight never lifting despite the tense of muscles. it isn't his choice to work alongside the STARS member and shit, it probably isn't her choice to have his back but alas - the situation calls for it.

the prowling tyrant. the hordes of undead; what a shitshow.

"while i was there-" he checks his gun, ensures he's right about the lack of bullets. he is. "they called it indestructible. the ultimate weapon." a click of his gun after he checks its ammo, eyes that dash from her to the door. "nemesis."