You two just returned from a mission together and the moment Wesker turns to grab his desired items, his eyes land on your neck and you bite the inside of your cheek, arms crossed with a blush.

Her lipstick marks are all over your neck along with light bruises. “I won’t question it,” he says simply before turning around. Ada keeps a stoic expression, a small smile forming.

Maybe you two did get carried away during a stress reliever session.