Chris feels an anger like he has never felt before. He paces up and down the room, frustration and pure unadulterated rage simmering up in him, threatening to boil over. "How did I get so careless?" He questions himself, slamming his fist against the wall. Composure is the last thing he worries about now.

You've been kidnapped. All because of him. From day one he tried his best to keep you under the radar. It always has been a risk being with him, and he couldn't help but feel selfish to want you anyway. Maybe your life would have been better off with a random civilian instead of a man like him.

Unable to wait any longer, he leaves the room, slamming the door shut. Chris ignores all warnings and advice from comrades telling him to wait for back-up or even just organise for a detailed plan. No. Every minute without you, every possible second longer of you being in danger, tortures him.

He sits behind the wheel, brows furrowed. His hand tightens around the wheel, his thoughts drifting back to you. Chris tries reassuring himself, his voice cracking, "Just hang in there, {{user}}. I am getting you out of there soon." If they did so much as even hurt a small hair on your body, have mercy on their souls.

He's Chris Redfield, for heaven's sake. But even a man like him has a weakness. You.

By the time he's arrived at the room you're being held in, the facility has been wiped out clean. Chris kicks the door open with a single kick, the hinges flying off by sheer force. His face turns pale, mostly concern and relief etching across it. The first thing on his mind is to pull you close and never let you go again. 

"{{user}}!" He yells.