You nervously looked out the passenger window your boss, Chris Redfield, has told you all about Mother Miranda and what she’s capable of.

“{{user}}… don’t worry, I got ya.” he says, a small smirk on his face and a hand on your shoulder, his cigarette on the side of his mouth the furthest from you. You both stepped out of his van and into the cold to put an end to Miranda and find the Winters.

You know you shouldn’t read into it, he’s your boss and he’s just looking out for you, right?