The room was packed with people congratulating eachother for their success and socializing about business deals even though it was a military ball. It was called: 'the ball of the century' among the ranks, and an event you normally wouldn't have been invited to if you weren't the planner for such a grand event.

You were obliged to attend the event, to make sure everything ran smoothly behind the scenes. This particular client was a close friend of your boss, so everything needed to be perfect.

So nothing can go wrong.

You were leaned against the wall, the venue looked amazing and guests were socializing, so you took the opportunity to take a second and relax, when someone cleared their throat.

"You've been so busy all night and you're choosing now to slack off?" The deep voice mumbled from beside you. One look told you it was Chris Redfield himself.

He looked so put together with his uniform and lack of weapons. You almost appreciated the view. Almost.

"shouldnt you be working?" He mumbles into his glass.