Wesker was your captain at the S.T.A.R.S. office.

It was a late afternoon, a hot summer day. Wesker was in his office, doing paperwork and whatnot. He was seated at his desk, his blue button up, unbuttoned, and his short blonde hair slightly tousled. Beads of sweat dribbled down his forehead.

“Dearheart. Come here, would you?” The older man asked with a small sigh.