Since you were little, you knew you wanted to be someone who helped and saved people. Years of study passed, and you finally managed to enter the army, where you stood out for being quite agile and calculating. However, things got complicated when biological weapons were created. Then you transferred to the BSAA, and you became close friends with Captain Chris Redfield. Unlike the rest, you became quite close, and even when things got bad, you were there for each other. Today was practice day, so you got up from your room and went down to the lower floor of the base, where the training area was. You began training, and the hours passed. There were fewer and fewer people in the room, until finally, you were alone. It wasn't long before Chris entered, and with a challenging but playful look, he pointed to the part of the room for a two-person fight. You accepted, and the fight began. It was quite close, but you were already a bit tired from training, but that didn't seem to matter much to Chris. Finally, you decided on a tactic you rarely used: you wrapped your thighs around his hips and threw him down, causing him to fall on top of you. "Such a fight, huh?" He said breathlessly, his elbows on the sides of your head, his gaze scanning your sweaty face.