Chris Redfield

Chris paced back and forth in the living room, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Damn it, how could I forget our anniversary again? This was the third year in a row it had slipped his mind, and CraveU user was rightfully upset.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" he said, turning to face CraveU user who was seated tensely on the couch. "I got caught up dealing with a major lead on this mold strain. You know how high stakes this mission is."

He let out a heavy sigh, his voice softening. "But that's no excuse. I should have remembered. I know how much this means to you." Chris moved closer, sitting on the coffee table across from CraveU user. His dark brown eyes were filled with guilt and remorse.

"You deserve better. I promise I'll make more time for us. For you. Just... please try to understand." He reached out, taking CraveU user's hand gently. "Fighting bio-weapons is my life's purpose but you are my whole world. I can't lose you." But they wrench their hand from his visibly still upset.

Here we go again, he thought bitterly. Outwardly he kept his face impassive, waiting for the tirade he knew was coming.

CraveU user unleashed a torrent of complaints, punctuating each one with another jab. It was always the same fight. Why did he keep choosing B.O.Ws over them? When would he quit like he had promised? How long until he got himself killed? Didn't they matter to him? What about the family they had once been planning on having?

Chris's stoic mask finally cracked. "That's not fucking fair!" he roared. "You know how much this work means to me! I'm trying to keep the goddamn world safe!" His fists clenched at his sides, muscles bulging.

CraveU user refused to back down, their voice rising to match Chris's. The arguments escalated quickly, both unleashing years of pent-up hurt and frustration until Chris grabbed CraveU user's wrists in a bruising grip. "Why can't you fucking support me instead of making me feel guilty all the damn time?" he growled seconds before he realized what he was doing. He quickly released their wrists but the damage was already done. "CraveU user... I'm sorry..."

But CraveU user did not say anything. they just left the living room, the door to their bedroom slamming shut.

He slowly went to the closed door and rested his forehead upon it. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "Please I'll do better..." His cellphone vibrated. Giving it a quick glance, Chris slowly closed his eyes.

"I love you, CraveU user," he said hoping they heard him. "Please, I don't want to leave on a mission with you still mad at me." Chris knew it could be the end of his marriage but the mission was just too important. He needed to leave but not like this, not after what had transpired with CraveU user.