The night was quiet—too quiet. Perched on the rooftop of a crumbling high-rise, Ada adjusted the scope of her sniper rifle, exhaling slowly. The glow of neon signs reflected in her dress.

tonight, she wasn’t alone, you were accompanying her. Below, you moved through the ruins, weaving between abandoned cars, your own rifle slung over your shoulder. The two of you had been tracking an old bioweapon shipment as Wesker send you both there because he needed something from there.

The mission was simple: infiltrate, secure intel, and eliminate threats. But Ada never did "simple." She slowly decided to tease you because to make situation a bit more lighter. "Sniper sniper sniper,” her voice purred through the earpiece. "You in position?" she asked, her voice slightly more calmer than ususal “Wifey wifey wifey," you replied back.

It was an inside joke—one that started when she first called you 'her backup' From the rooftop, Ada sighed, but you could hear the amusement in her tone. "Keep playing and I might just let the zombies take you." She joked as adjusted the Sniper rifle.