Chris Redfield x Reader

Two

"I didn't ask for coffee.", he said as you placed a steaming hot cup in front of him on the table.

You shrugged, taking a sip out of your cup.

"I remember you drink coffee religiously.", you had to grin again.

"I don't need it."

"You're here, in the middle of the night, in a state that nobody visits unless they need to hide someone that doesn't want to be found or find someone.", you said, taking the seat across him. "If you need something right now, it's a coffee. Trust me, Redfield, I know you good enough to know that you wouldn't be here if you didn't need something. Or rather, shall I say someone?"

With a defeated growl, he grabbed the cup and emptied almost half of it in one gulp. You noticed he was wearing gloves, probably not wanting to leave any trace of himself.

But for what reason did he have to be so careful?

Or had he just become paranoid?

You had to laugh briefly at the thought.

He noticed, looked up and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"What's so funny?", he asked.

You took another sip.

"I just thought you must be a masochist to pour half a cup of scalding hot coffee down your throat.", you said, as an excuse. "Are you into pain, Redfield? Are you a little dirty?"

He pulled a face, annoyed but also a little disturbed that you asked such things.

"You're still as childish as ever.", he said, and emptied the remaining half.

A sigh escaped your lips as you rolled your eyes and leaned over the table.

"And you're still a buzzkill. So, spit it out already, if you didn't search god knows how long to find me and have a cup of coffee on the good old days, why are you here?"

A low growl made his chest tremble as he tilted his gaze and looked at you from the side.

He didn't trust you. At least not completely.

After all, the two of you had worked well together, but your humor and his personality were like fire and oil and there had been more than one argument because of it.

Suddenly you had to remember that one mission. You two had lost all companions, ammunition was low and yet he had insisted on finishing it.

You had been for tactical retreat. The argument had ended in a fistfight, you had suffered a few bruised ribs and he a black eye and a split lip.

Why did you have to think about that right now?

Maybe because you hadn't fully trusted each other that day either, and yet it had been a success.

So why should it be different now?

He didn't have to trust you to need your help. And you didn't have to trust him to complete a mission successfully. All that had to be right was the cooperation.

And you work devilishly well together.

You lowered your eyes and took the last sip of coffee before he cleared his throat.

"I already said I need your help.", he said.

You giggled.

"You said you needed me.", with raised eyebrows, you grinned wider.

He knitted his eyebrows together, showing his anger.

"Can we be serious for a moment?", he asked with a bit of impatience.

You sighed. He would probably never manage to see the world with a little more wit. How annoying.

"Please.", you gestured for him to keep talking. "What help do you need? An assassination? A reconnaissance?"

"An assassination. More or less. Do you remember Ethan?"

"Nope. Friend of yours?"

"Hm. He has a daughter now, Rosemary. We need to find her."

Skeptically, you frowned.

"We're not babysitters, we're soldiers. What's the hook, Redfield? You wouldn't come to me unless someone needed killing."

He nodded, a small smirk appearing in the corner of his mouth. Despite the difficulties between the two of you, he was still glad that your mind was as sharp as your tongue.

"The kid is a bio weapon. There was a bio-weapon, Eveline. Let's just say a lot of things went wrong and Ethan isn't Ethan anymore. His daughter is a product of, I honestly don't quite know, him and another mutant called Miranda. Anyway, we need this baby. At all costs."

Your eyes trembled as he blurted out all the information at once. Normally, he liked to keep things to himself and let people know only what was necessary.

So why did he tell you the whole problem?

It didn't seem like him. Maybe the years had made him soft. Softer, at least.

With your arms crossed in front of your chest, you leaned back and lifted your chin.

"Another fuck-up.", you said, the bitterness clear in your voice. "When are they going to stop playing God?"

He shrugged his shoulders and for a second you could see the years on his face. For a tiny little moment, he looked tired and a bit old.

Marked by life.

He was getting a bit grey on his head, you noticed. It wasn't a lot, but enough to make you remember he wasn't thirty anymore.

"I know you said you never wanted to do missions like this again.", he sounded a little understanding, but his sense of duty was too great to admit that he felt a similar way. "But I can't do it without you."

Again your eyes twitched, you had to bite your lips not to laugh.

"I'll stick to what I said.", you leaned back with a sigh. "I'm tired, Redfield. Tired and sick of it. I have served and done what soldiers must do. We are even more than soldiers, we are monsters. Monsters that kill monsters. And after what I've seen, I don't need anything anymore. I want to be alone."

"You've been. For years."

"I want it till the end, Redfield. Until I'm dead and my body rots in the ground. I'm tired of this bullshit. I've seen enough. Let me find my peace."

Something moved in his eyes as he leaned forward and looked at you. His fingers twitched, rubbing together like he was nervous.

But Chris Redfield wasn't nervous.

Not ever.

For a moment he thought.

"One last time, (Y/N).", it was a request.

Surprised, you raised your eyebrows. He never asked for anything.

Never.

You were probably the only person who ever heard him ask for anything.

Displeased, you shut your mouth and made a strange sound, between a growl and a snarl.

"The payment must be good.", you said.

He nodded.

"Forever.", he promised. "This time will be the last time."