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chaotic-tired-fox · 1 year

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Okay so my last post blew up so here’s more obscure random Resident Evil facts for y’all!

Part one: here

Part three: here

☠️The white dog you save in Resident Evil 4 is a reference to Hewie the dog in Capcom’s other game Haunting Ground which was released at around the same time the original Resident Evil 4 was. The main character Fiona also shares resemblance to Ashley.

☠️ Chris and Claire’s parents both died in a tragic car crash said to be so bad they could only be identified by their dental records

☠️ Jill’s infection (and later cure) of the T-Virus significantly slowed down her ageing

☠️ Chris is the only main character without a clear romantic interest (Leon with Ada, Claire with Leon and Jill with Carlos)

(Edit: A few people have said Claire and Steve but Steve was only 17 at the time of his death so no I don’t care how much chemistry they might’ve had, he was a minor and Claire was 19)

☠️ In the original RE2 Jill had a picture of a man on her desk, in the remake it is changed to a dog instead.

☠️ Barry Burton is one of the only characters in the series to actually retire, moving up to Canada with his family. He and Claire still stay in contact.

☠️ Leon’s signature handgun is actually a modified Samurai Edge he named ‘Silver Ghost’ made by Joseph Kendo the brother of Robert Kendo you meet in RE2 and RE3. Originally the gun was created for Barry Burton but given to Leon instead.

☠️ One of Joseph Kendo’s books on firearms can be found in Ethan’s house at the beginning of Village.

☠️ Capcom’s other zombie series Dead Rising actually has a few references to Resident Evil in them though my favourite is a restaurant called Jill’s Sandwiches

☠️ Luis Sera was apart of Umbrella’s sixth laboratory in Europe which oversaw the creation of Nemesis.

☠️ A detail not many know about Hunk is that he possesses two hidden blades mounted to his wrists almost exactly like the ones seen in Assassins Creed

☠️ Jessica and Raymond are two villains from Revelations that are not only still alive but in possession of a T-Abyss sample and haven’t been seen in the timeline since 2005 what happened to them and the sample is a complete mystery.

☠️ Another storyline that hasn’t been explained yet is Natalia from Revelations 2 and if she may or may not be possessed by the consciousness of Alex Wesker

☠️ It’s implied in the Shadow of Rose DLC that Mia Winters lost custody of Rose sometime in her teenage years

☠️ Chris can canonically pull off front flips whereas Leon can backflip

☠️ Lobo, Tundra and Night Howl of the Hound Wolf Squad actually have little smiley face stickers on the back of their helmets whereas Canine and Umber Eyes do not.

☠️ In every main series game he’s been in (RE2,RE4,RE6) Leon has had to crawl through a sewer

☠️ All of the cgi movies as well as Infinite Darkness are considered completely canon to the story.

☠️ Upon the release of Operation Raccoon City, players could participate in an online ARG which gave away exclusive files on the characters including a psychological evaluation of Hunk which is the most information we’ve ever gotten on his character. The link to it can be found: Here

☠️ Wesker’s British accent was the result of each of his voice actors attempting to mimic the last. This was corrected in the remake of Resident Evil 4 (sadly)

☠️ You can interact with the play park in RE6 with Chris, Piers and Ada and each of them go down the slide differently

☠️ The HWS member that tackles Ethan at the reservoir is Canine and the one standing next to Chris is Night Howl.

☠️ Night Howl is also the author of the laptop reports you find in the Church and the secret underground area where the Mutamycete is in the village.

☠️ Canine is the youngest member of the HWS and the oldest is Umber Eyes

☠️ Lobo from the HWS shares striking similarities to Hunk (Read my full theory on it Here)

☠️ The Duke from Village and The Merchant from RE4 actually know each other and The Duke describes them as ‘old friends’

☠️ Sergei Vladimir, leader of the UCBS is the tallest human character in the franchise standing at 6’7.5”

☠️ Thanks to the Resident Evil 4 remake, Leon can now both speak and read Spanish

☠️ In the Heavenly Island comic, the man Chris sends to assist Claire is Parker Luciani from Revelations

☠️ In RE8 the Village is heavily isolated from the outside world thanks to Miranda and thus has remained primitive but Heisenberg had his own arrangements with the Duke for regular newspapers and cigars from the outside.

☠️ Wesker actually met Claire once while he was still leading STARS. He described her as a ‘lovely girl.’

☠️ That being said Claire swears more than any other main character (Chris, Leon, Jill)

☠️ Chris and Claire have matching leather jackets that both say ‘Made In Heaven’ on the back which is a reference to Queen (the band)

☠️ Although it doesn’t appear in the remake, Barry’s ‘Jill sandwich’ line is considered canon and referenced by his daughter Moira in Revelations 2

☠️ Revelations for the 3DS was so infamous for having its text misspelled on the side of the case Capcom had to issue replacement sleeves for all the buyers who had one.

☠️ Heisenberg calling Chris a ‘Boulder punching asshole’ means his feats in RE5 either made the newspaper or someone told him about it personally (one of the hounds maybe?)

☠️ Expanding upon an earlier fact of mine, Chris knows 7 fighting styles which are: Airforce Combatives, Karate, Boxing, Judo, Wrestling, Capoeira and Kali

☠️ Jill also knows 7 fighting styles which are: Modern Army Combatives, Taekwondo, Ju-Jitsu, Gymnastics, Tricking, Lucha Libre and Kali

☠️ Leon knows 6 fighting styles: Taekwondo, Ju-Jitsu, Wrestling, Kali, Krav Maga and Systema

☠️ The reason why there’s no children in the village in Resident Evil 4 is because Saddler’s blood ritual killed them all before the events of the game (that and the developers agreed child enemies would be far too disturbing)

☠️ The developer of the original RE4 suggests that the best snacks to have while playing the game is Diet Coke and lightly salted potato chips (eaten with chopsticks to avoid greasy controller hands)

☠️ Neither Hunk nor anyone in the USS wear Umbrella logo patches (as much as cosplayers tell you otherwise lol)

☠️ In the RE4 remake, Ashley refers to herself as a ‘master of unlocking’ which is a reference to Jill’s title given to her by Barry in the first game

☠️ Chris and Leon were designed to be complete opposites of each other and you can still see that today even with subtle details (Chris punches, Leon kicks. Chris smokes, Leon doesn’t. Leon is flirtatious, Chris is indifferent)

☠️ Wesker’s red eyes glow brighter any time he experiences strong emotions which is why they sometimes shine through his glasses

☠️ Chris’s zippo lighter was actually a gift from Claire given to him when he joined STARS

☠️ Chris can’t read piano sheet music but he can read guitar

☠️ Jill can play the piano

☠️ The story behind the basement music used in the directors cut of the original Resident Evil is so infamous and has a pretty wild story behind it. The music itself is horrendously bad and said to have been composed by a deaf composer but spoiler alert that composer wasn’t deaf at all and instead was fooling the world. The story is insane and I highly recommend checking out this video on it for the full story here

☠️ Beltway from the USS Wolfpack has a metal prosthetic leg

☠️ Beltway also swears more than any other character in Operation Raccoon City

☠️ The original RE4 has more releases than any other Resident Evil game because of its success

☠️ The original RE4 was also planned to be a lot more survival horror based like it’s predecessors but the remake of the original RE didn’t sell as well as intended so the game was reworked to be more action based instead.

☠️ Crimson head zombies were also completely unique to the remake of Resident Evil and also make an appearance in Operation Raccoon City

☠️ Leon’s relationship with Helena is unique in the fact that neither of them are interested in each other and Leon instead views her as a protege because she reminds him of his younger self.

☠️ You cannot shoot the merchant in the RE4 Remake

☠️ During his time working at the Spencer Mansion, Wesker used to take long hikes around the Arklay Mountains

☠️ Mr X isn’t the only Tyrant of his type in fact multiple of him were released around Raccoon City and it’s also implied two separate Mr X’s are encountered during the story of the RE2 remake

☠️ Out of everything, crows are the most effective carriers and spreaders of the T-Virus

☠️ Hunk’s name is actually an acronym that stands for Human Unit Never Killed

☠️ Leon S Kennedy is the only playable character with a middle name, that being Scott (in fact he might be the only character in the franchise with one but don’t quote me on that)

☠️ Originally Leon’s hair was depicted as brown but was later changed to blond which it had stayed as until Vendetta made it brown again. His canon hair colour is usually agreed to be blond however.

☠️ Same goes for Chris’s eye colour which was originally blue (like Claire’s) until they changed it to brown and back to blue again in Village.

☠️ Birkin discovered the Golgotha Virus by accident while experimenting with Lisa Trevor. In the REmake you can see the G Virus tentacles on her back.

☠️ The brand of clothing and gear the Hound Wolf Squad use is a real brand you can buy exact replicas from for Airsoft called Volk Tactical Gear. There logo is printed on HWS weapons in game.

☠️ Ghosts were technically made canon in the Resident Evil universe thanks to 7 and 8 but seem to only relate to the Mold and Mutamycete (You see a ghost girl in 7’s demo/prequel and in 8 Shadow of Rose goes in depth with it)

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aussiepineapple1st · 11 months

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HWS Captain AU

This happens right after the last page I posted.

🏷️: @phoenix666stuff @maehemthemisfit @growingupnrealizing @starcrossedreaders

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devileaterjaek · 2 months

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This goes hard. Can't believe it came from RE:Verse

#gaming #capcom #re #resident evil #chris redfield #hound wolf squad

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myltzi · 2 years

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Chreon / Keep Me Warm 💛

#chreon #chrisredfield #leon s kennedy #chris x leon #residentevil #hound wolf squad

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madsfrank · 6 months

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·.·''·.·• 𝕳𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 •·.·''·.·

-ˏˋDirectoryˊˎ -ˏˋMasterlistˊˎ -ˏˋ Chris Masterlist ˊˎ

SFW II One-Shot TW: Gore, Blood

WC II 1,247

Content II Angst/Fluff, Chris x reader, Reader doesn’t know he’s a werewolf, feral!Chris, this gets a little heavy, pining, fem! Reader, Hound wolf! Reader, Reader doesn’t know he’s a werewolf (me when capcom doesn’t make it canon)

Synopsis II You get injured during an op, Chris is with you one minute while Lycans circle in…next he’s gone, and returns covered in blood.

The forest around you radiated with sound, branches cracking and men shouting as your whole squad raced from behind mossy grounds and stumps.

“Go GO!” Chris screeched from a few hundred yards behind you, his voice reverberating off the trees.

Your captain tried desperately too keep his team together, but he was losing sunlight…fast.

“Stay to your right, stay to your fucking right!”

You were trying desperately to focus on his voice, your captain’s instructions, but they were lost among the sordid branches and rotten leaves.

Before you knew it, you lost sight of Canine and Night Howl who were alongside you. You searched, but were only greeted with the thunderous clatter of gunshots that roared through your senses, making you numb to the surrounding environment.

It felt like the woods was closing in on you, Lycans hits the ground with that dull patter, reminding you of your heart beating desperately in your chest.

Suddenly, the cries that broke through those beasts drowned out the cracking of the ground below you. You felt powerless and deaf against those terrifying wolf-men.

You mind, spinning and dizzy, went blank when you hit the ground. Rocks and earth hit against your checks.

Then the seering pain came. Your leg had caught on a muddied branch to your left. It had caught between your pant leg and threw you beneath it.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK.”

Then, at once, all the noises flooded back. With you grounded, your team couldn’t see you.

Their footsteps drew heavily through the brush surrounding you, leaving you separated. Training told you to stay low. He told you to stay low.

You ducked to your left, against the branch that predicted your fate. The quick pace of the Lycans hastened to your location and you quickly hear them around you, surrounding you off scent alone.

One of the beasts, fully transformed into some silver-coated form, approached the log that you now braced yourself against.

You didn’t face it, hiding lower into the chilling mud. Hoping you uniform against the darkness surrounding you would be enough. It’s long, winding claws covered the bark nearby your helmet and it’s hot breath fell above your neck.

Just then, a gunshot rang out against it’s loud panting. And a cold substance spattered against your uniform.

The creature fell with a sickening thud. You felt the branch move away from your body.

“Can you move?”

Even though your mind was screaming and your blood ran cold, you knew Captain Redfield’s voice.

“Captain!” Your lungs screamed, desperately scanning for him. Night vision doing you no good.

His arms found your sides and he pulled you into himself. The noises of those things drew nearer.

Chris held you closer to his chest. His head above yours. Almost as if to mask you under his turtleneck.

“Hold here. Keep your head down.”

You felt his grip release. He drew away from you.

“Captain…wait!”

Your call fell on deaf ears, but you did as instructed.

Once again, you fell beneath the log, head near your legs and crying silently.

You heard everything, even the sound of his last bullet.

“Come on, you BASTARDS.”

Redfield’s voice became a sharp growl. You didn’t dare look beyond the log and earth.

You tried covering your ears, but became entranced by the shrill. Howling cut through the air, low growls echoed against pained whines, the sounds of bones snapping and blood let now ruled the winds.

From every angle, the noises of desperate cries and commanding growls sounded. You could hear how wet viscera hit the leaves.

You begin to lose yourself once more in the noise. Trying to focus on if there was a human cry in the mix. Trying desperately to hear if he was still out there.

It wasn’t until the head and neck of a lycan was flung next to you that you snapped back.

You gazed at it, it’s large muscles hung loosely around its neck and it brought your heart rate back up. What could have done that?

Another howl broke your train of thought, but instead of persisting, the howl transformed into a growl, it then became a deep and rich scream.

Your captain was still alive.

Right when you were about to gather the courage to stand, you felt a cold and wet pair of arms wrap you up and pull your body weight down. This pressure, however, didn’t seem intentional.

“It’s over,” he growled.

You noticed how your captain’s turtleneck was nearly ripped totally off, how his blood-soaked biceps flexed poorly against the earth.

“Chris…”

In response, you wrapped you arms around him. Only to find how heavy his breathing was. Your gaze dropped to his torso. Most of his clothing was ripped.

Your mind was flooded with how bad his injuries were, but the blood that now stained your clothes felt minimal.

He winced at your touch, keeping his head drawn above you. You glanced at him, his eyes has a feint glow to them.

His lips were parted, blood drew from his tongue onto sharp canines. He didn’t meet your gaze, didn’t even speak.

His weight shifted to prop you up.

“Are you hurt,” he grumbled.

You shook your head.

“Jesus, Chris, are you alright?!” Your voice wasn’t more than mumbled crying.

“Stand.” He barked out a command to you.

He guided you up. Slinging your arm over your shoulder. It was then that you fell forward. A searing pain shot through your leg. It was twisted and cut. A long gash drove up your uniform.

As you clung to him for support, you realized the mangled corpses of lycans littered the forest grasses around you.

“What the hell…?”

Your mind was still reeling, trying desperately to process what just happened. Luckily, the forest ended not far ahead. Chris managed to signal you to prop your leg up while he half-carried you out of the thicket.

Once you reached the edge of the forest, the rest of your team swarmed you.

You practically fell back onto Chris, his hand moved to your waist to steady you.

He looked horrible, bloody to his teeth, still panting roughy as he barked out more orders to his team. He practically carried you back to the vans. Getting you somewhere warmer. You didn’t understand how he manger to guide you in with those wounds, but he managed and you found yourself safe inside one of the vehicles.

“What happened back there?” Your voice was calmer, allowing him room to speak.

“We got ambushed…I went looking for you.” Chris was still raspy from the attack.

“I understand, captain, it’s just…”

“…you heard no bullets…”

“…Yes.”

Chris didn’t respond. Instead, he moved around you in the van to a seat above a wheel well.

“Your ok now…that’s all that matters.”

You wanted to ask him how he was. Beg him to tell you more. But, you knew better. He wouldn’t answer. Say he had to focus or another excuse.

Whatever had happened back there, you’d never forget. Down to how he held you close to him, literally keeping you together.

You wondered why he even knew to turn around, but didn’t even want to question it. He found you. Both of you lived.

You limped closer to him, sitting against his side.

“Thank you…Chris”

“Mmmm” He muttered, breathing a final sigh as he too rested against you.

The team soon evacuated, as you stayed with the man who had saved you, the man you now trusted your life with.

≪ °❈° ≫ Authors note: OMG I LOVE WEREWOLF CHRIS. GODD, never cure this brainrot I have right now. Anyways, I thought it would be interesting to have the reader slowly come to understand what he is, instead of announcing it. Lmk what you think! Black paragraph dividers by publicdomainvectors.org ≪ °❈° ≫

#resident evil village #chris redfield x you #chris redfield x reader #werewolf chris redfield #Hound wolf squad #chris redfield #resident evil #werewolf Chris #my works ૮₍˶ •. •⑅₎ა♡

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hamartia-grander · 2 years

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The Hound Wolf squad: *watching Ethan gaslight girlboss his way through the village*

Umber Eyes: there's something weird going on with this guy.

Chris: I can't believe I'm gonna sleep with him

Canine: well... you don't have to

Chris: no I'm gonna.

#What happened bts #Incorrect resident evil #Resident evil #Chris Redfield #Ethan Winters #hound wolf squad #Umber eyes #Canine #Resident evil 8 #Resident evil village #Re8 #Re village #resident evil memes #Wintersfield #Winterfield #Chrethan #chris x ethan #ethan x chris #Source: brooklyn 99

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susanvengeance · 1 year

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Chris Redfield is dummy thicc. (Finished commission!)

#resident evil #my art #chris redfield #claire redfield #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #hound wolf squad #bsaa

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minuranakatawa · 7 months

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#chris redfield #Resident evil #Resident evil 8 #hound wolf squad #anime #manga #videogames #drawings

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residentroam · 3 months

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Hound Wolf Squad ☣ Chris Redfield

Role: Captain, leader Codename: Alpha

#chris redfield #resident evil #resident evil village #re village #resident evil 8 village #re viii #hound wolf squad #hws #rredit

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saintsofwarding · 11 months

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WE SHALL BE MONSTERS

Header by @trout-scout

Chapter 11: An Honorable Death

Shadow enclosed them, the cleft of light at their backs fading by the step. Rose tried to keep down the plashing echoes of her breathing, but this place took all sound and conducted it three times its size, surrounding them, impossible to hide.

"You okay?" Rose whispered.

Donna inclined her head.

"We're thinking about all the nasty little ways Alcina is going to kill us," Angie said from her backpack. "She could drain us dry. She could crush us beneath her great clawed talons. Ooh! What about this? She could disarticulate us, Donna, like she said she would that one time!"

"That one time?"

"Yes, yes! She asked us to do some sewing for her! Donna's such a talented seamstress, and Alcina's usual modiste...well. Alcina didn't think her latest gown was very flattering to her continent-sized decolletage. So, the next week...she brought Mother Miranda an extra batch of wine." A low, unpleasant little giggle came from the doll. "She still needed a new dress- it was our nieces' communal birthday, and Mother Miranda was blessing us all with her presence- so she commissioned a gown from Donna."

"And?" Rose couldn't imagine anything Donna produced being ugly, given the embroidery she'd seen.

"And she asked for red. Her favorite. I suppose because if she happens to spill anything on it, it doesn't show?" Angie paused, her eyes rolling back, seemingly lost in thought. "She wanted it plain. So boring! So Donna...spruced it up a bit. She embroidered some flowers and what-have-you around the hem and the bustline...oooh, Alcina didn't like that. She ripped Donna's work to shreds with her talons! She screamed and screamed and her muscles got all bulgy and she told Donna if she ever pulled anything like that again, she'd disarticulate her and have Daniela re-string her into a marionette! Make her into a kind of doll and then maybe she'd stop moping around all the time! So scary."

"She...she threatened to tear you to pieces because you put some flowers on her dress?"

"Yep!"

"Man," Rose said. She believed it, given her memories of Dimitrescu. "Issues much?"

"It was Miranda," Angie said. Her voice dropped, becoming raspy. "She always had to look good for Miranda."

"How come?"

"She wanted to be her favorite."

"What? Why wasn't she?"

"Because none of us were her favorite," Donna said softly.

The darkness had swallowed them completely, and in it, Rose no longer saw Donna or Angie, even though they were close enough to touch. Ahead- no, that wasn't light, but a kind of haze against her vision, a glow like phosphorescent paint in the bowling alley she and Heisenberg had occasionally gone to back in Regent City, and at which he always, spectacularly, cheated. The glow consolidated, becoming-

"Oh," Rose breathed.

The passageway up ahead glittered with crystal, the walls and cave roof warped with faceted growths. They swelled in fantastical forms from the stone itself, milky and aglow with that strange inner light.

As Rose and Donna entered the crystal corridor, Rose shivered. Her reflection moved with her, mirrored tenfold in the crystal facets, so her own pale face seemed to watch her from every angle.

The air changed, too, prickling at her skin. Warm, Rose realized; her face was no longer numb, her breath no longer visible.

And the smell...

Sticky, and organic. Metallic on the back of her tongue, and under it, the tell-tale fug of something rotting, something hidden in the dark, far from the reach of the sun.

"Is that..." she whispered.

Donna gave a slow nod. She'd know it, too, and well.

Blood.

Just breathe, Rose. You can do this. Memories rose thick and fast despite her efforts to keep calm. Dimitrescu atop the wall, pallid and magnificent, wings spread through the snowstorm. The ground shaking as she leapt from her high perch, as those vast jaws splayed wide, as she cried with mad, manic glee will you die screaming, child? She'd flung Heisenberg off the side of the mountain; there was no one to save her then, no one to stop Dimitrescu as those vast jaws closed around Rose, devouring her in darkness with a single snap.

Now, there was no one to save her, to help her, again. Just her. Just Donna, she reminded herself, though for all Donna's proclamations of lordliness she couldn't help but not feel terribly comforted by her presence.

Heisenberg can't save you now, child.

She stepped over a crystalline growth and into the vast cavern within. A great, crystal cave, like the interior of some vast geode; the soft glow of the crystal played over the far reaches of the place, the stalactite pillars ancient as the world that grew from floor and ceiling, joining in their centers. Somewhere distant came the plash of water.

Everywhere, everywhere, the choking smell of blood.

It seemed to infect this place, concentrated and awful; Rose's gorge rose as she struggled to breathe the noxious air, and even Donna looked paler than usual.

"She's here?" Rose whispered.

Donna nodded.

Rose crept forward, her boots crunching on the crystal at her feet. She stared around the darkness, rigid, alert for- for anything.

"Lady Dimitrescu?" she said.

Her throat was dry. She cleared it. "Lady...Lady Dimitrescu, I...I don't know if you remember me, but..."

A low, rippling growl issued from the darkness. Rose flinched back, her heart hammering. The growl rose into a hum, a kind of subsonic tremor that shook the very walls of this place.

And then-

Oh, god-

A voice.

"Bela?"

Rose blinked. Who was she talking about? "No, I'm not Bela."

"Oh, no, no, no. I was sorely mistaken. My daughter would never address me so timidly, and a scent like that," the voice said, rich and contralto, edged in an animal snarl, "stale, and sick, and oh, so...mmm...familiar...I could never forget."

Movement. A dragging, rasping rumble. Part of the wall seemed to shift away from itself. Golden eyes glimmered. Rose's hands flexed. She ached to reach for her sword, but stopped herself. She wasn't here to fight.

Not yet, anyway.

"Then you do know who I am," she called.

"Little Rose." A low laugh, throaty and echoing. "Rose, Rose, Rose. The child who began the end."

"Me? No way. I was just a baby. A stolen baby. Miranda brought about your downfall, not me."

"And now have you come back to gloat?" Dimitrescu said. "What am I thinking! Of course you have. Why else would a child fostered by my foolish, foul-minded brother ever return to me? Why else would you wake me from my hibernation? You needn't bother. Heisenberg lay waste to my pride fifteen years ago, and now I languish in this...in this place. Drained, diminished, defeated." A curl of self-loathing darkened her tone. "Haven't you done enough?"

"I guess not." Rose made herself inch a step closer to the massive shape in the darkness. She made out a long, trailing tail, the faint writhe of tentacles covering the monster's pale, dead-white form, a hunched torso rising from a nest of furled wings. Rose's hand brushed the flashlight Chris had given her, stuck in her coat pocket. Not yet. Not yet. "I'm back. Like a bad penny."

A hiss emanated from the shadows. "Indeed. I should have strangled you in your crib. Drank you dry before that father of yours ever darkened my door. Driven him mad with despair when he found your pathetic little corpse, bloodless. Lifeless."

"Well..." Rose shrugged. "You didn't. And you'd better be glad you didn't."

The golden eyes narrowed. Impact hit the floor; there came the scree of talons against crystal, the shudder of the air parting around a vast form.

Rose kept her ground; sweat prickled her hairline. A wave of bloody wind washed over her, and with a jolt deep in her guts she registered the slick gleam of teeth before her in the darkness, the crackle of cartilage that meant those jaws were opening, unfurling as if to close around her, and this time there would be no nightmare, only death-

"Had I?" Dimitrescu snarled, her voice choked with loathing.

"Don't you want to know why I brought Donna Beneviento all this way?" Rose said in a rush. Her heartbeat shocked in her eyes. "Because I did. I did. And if you kill me- if you kill me, you'll never know why."

Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was the prospect of anticipation, a drawn-out terror before the kill. Maybe Rose was just lucky.

But Lady Dimitrescu hesitated.

"Donna," she said, letting the name roll between her fangs.

"Yeah." Donna was there, at once, standing by Rose's side. "Looks like you're out of the loop, Dimitrescu."

"Where is my idiot brother? Where is Heisenberg?"

"Gone."

"Dead?"

"Worse," Rose said. She took a small, steadying breath. "The mortals have him."

Lady Dimitrescu let out a howl, a shriek of rage and surprise that tore through Rose's head like someone had taken her sword and chopped it straight into her skull. She stumbled back, Donna catching her before she could fall.

Dimitrescu was thrashing, her great tail whipping back and forth, smashing the crystal walls to pieces. Wet crackles and tearing sounds echoed through the crystal cave, the vast draconic shape shrinking in on itself, chunks of flesh dropping off and disintegrating into pools of blood and mutagen on the floor.

Flies buzzed in the darkness, the sound rising, falling, and within it-

"How?" Her beautiful voice became a raw growl, scraping claws down Rose's spine. Rose fumbled for her flashlight as massive, heavy footsteps stomped toward them. She tore it free and flicked it on; the light burst forth, illuminating nine feet of muscle and pale skin, rags of what used to be a white gown, long, ragged tangles of once-elegantly-set black hair.

"They captured him. They want to take something from the village for their own," Rose cried. Dimitrescu stopped short, her chest heaving, her hands crooked, as if she was preparing to unsheathe those deadly talons. "They need him as their guide. They want...they want to desecrate it, take your rightful territory as their own."

Inspiration flashed. "Filthy mortals. Always coming in and putting their grubby hands all over what they don't deserve. Like...like my father did to your property. You don't want that again, do you? Listen to me-"

"Liar!" Lady Dimitrescu roared. "Murderer's spawn!"

Her hand shot forward and closed around Rose's waist, heaving her into the air. There was no time to scream, to stop her, before she drew her arm back and lobbed Rose like a baseball. She shot through the darkness, tumbling head over heels; her back scraped crystal; she rolled, crystal shearing her skin, scraping agony from where it caught her face.

She burst from the cave mouth and onto snow with a yelp of pain, Dimitrescu's howl of anger echoing after her.

"Rose!" Chris gathered her up, checking her over. He touched the raw gash on her cheek, pouring blood. "Shit- what happened?"

"Wait," Rose panted. The screams had died down, the roars fading. Come on, Donna. "Just- just wait, okay?"

Her heart hammered as she clambered to her feet. Despite the pain, there was exhilaration, there was- she didn't want to call it hope, not yet. But Dimitrescu had stopped. She had before; would she now?

You can do this, Beneviento.

The silence hung, tense and awful-

Then-

Footsteps echoed from the cave, heavy as drumbeats. Chris brought up his rifle. Teodora stood, eyes narrowed.

A great pale shape swam in the cave mouth.

Lady Dimitrescu ducked from the darkness, Donna stumbling behind her. With a shake of her tangled hair, Dimitrescu straightened, soaring to her full height. In the weak sunlight her skin seemed to glisten like marble, riven with countless tiny cracks and scars, her lips drawn back from perfect teeth.

"Fight with you?" she cried. She rounded on Rose. "What arrogance Heisenberg must have imparted to you during your absence! You come here, dragging my sister, this...whelp-" She looked Teodora up and down. "-and a filthy man-thing into my presence. You think I would fight for you? You're playing a foolish game, child, one you barely understand-"

"It's not a game," Rose said. She lifted her chin. "It's a challenge."

She reached up and drew her sword. The sun struck it, flaring a burst of light off its point. Rose whirled it around her head and brought it down, point-first, into the ground between her and Lady Dimitrescu.

"You want to regain your pride?" Rose called. "You want your dignity back after Heisenberg took it from you? Then take it now. I challenge you. Fight me. Right here. We'll see who has the most honor between us."

She gave Dimitrescu a hard grin, teeth bared. "And when we fight Ouroboros...you can have as much blood as you want."

Dimitrescu's eyes flashed. She tilted her head. "An honorable death," she murmured.

"What the hell, Rose?"

Chris shoved forward. "No," he went on. "Fuck this. No, Rose. I draw the line here." He cocked his rifle, aiming it upward for Dimitrescu's center mass. "You know what's in here, Countess? You ever heard of RAMRODS? Anti-regen rounds. You have three seconds to back the fuck down or you find out just how-"

"Teo," Rose said.

Teodora swept up behind Chris and cracked her rifle stock into the back of his head. His eyes sprang wide; he crumpled mid-sentence, falling with a crash like a felled tree to the snow. He lay there, unmoving, unconscious.

Teodora was instantly on him, relieving him of his combat knife and various paraphernalia, lashing him hand and foot with a length of nylon cording.

"Sorry, Chris," Rose told him, softly. "I can't let you stop me now. You know what it's like to not give up for anything."

She faced Dimitrescu again.

"Do you accept?" Rose said.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's smile would haunt her dreams for years to come, provided she survived the next five minutes.

"Oh, little Winters," she purred. "I've been waiting for this for a long, long time."

***

Mist unfurled from the snow as Rose peeled off her coat and tossed it over a rock, then gripped the hilt of her sword in both gloved hands, flexing her fingers, steadying her breathing.

The cold stung at her exposed arms, her face, but all she could focus on was the clean stretch of snow before her, and, at the far end of the mountain shelf, the still, calm form of Lady Dimitrescu.

She stood poised, all nine feet of her. Only a faint lift of her chin told Rose she hadn't become a statue against the oncoming day. To one side stood Teodora, Donna, Chris's bound, unconscious form, but Rose didn't look at them. They were spectators, neutral.

This, now, was the fight.

She lifted her sword. "Come on, Dimitrescu," she called. Her voice echoed, thin and small, across the snowy mountainside. "Show me what you've got."

Dimitrescu lifted her hand, as if in answer. "En garde," she snarled. "Winters."

With a clean, ringing peal as if of metal against metal, her claws arced free: five long, curved blades of mutagen and keratin, pale fading to black by their razor tips. Without them, she cut an intimidating figure. With them, all of her seemed transformed. Brutal, monstrous, a spark of savagery kindled in her eyes.

She drew her lips back from her teeth, and all at once, she roared, a howl of challenge not too far from her draconic form. Rose barely had time to brace, to think of her first action before- oh god- she was moving.

Pale muscle rippled; Dimitrescu threw herself into a lunge that shook the ground. Rose screamed; she couldn't help it. She spun to the side as Dimitrescu thundered past, churning the snow into mist in her wake. Rose stumbled back, back, getting mired in the calf-deep snow, shaking her head to clear the ice from her eyes.

Dimitrescu was rising; the weak daylight struck flares of gold off her eyes, off her teeth, all on display in a rictus grin.

"Done so soon?" she called. "Poor little thing. Your father was the far superior fighter!"

"I'm not finished yet," Rose called back.

Dimitrescu laughed as she stalked forward, toward Rose, lifting her blades once more so the one sprouting from her middle finger seemed to bisect her face, her bright eyes staring out from either side of the talon.

"We'll see soon enough," she said. "Won't we?"

She struck. A sweeping lash of her claws, not toward Rose's torso but aimed for her legs. Rose leaped over them- like a freaking jumprope, she thought. Her heart pounded as she dodged, the air transformed to a humming storm of talons. Another strike slashed forth, and another. Rose ducked out of their way, but they were slow, almost lazy. Like Lady Dimitrescu wasn't even trying.

Not too slow. A backlash slashed through the icy air, and Rose wasn't quite quick enough; the tip of Dimitrescu's claw snagged her cheek, so fast and so sharp she only felt it by the warm spill of blood down her face.

She stumbled back, gasping, hands slick inside her gloves. Jumprope was right, dammit. Dimitrescu was playing with her.

"First blood," Dimitrescu cried. She lifted her claws to her face and licked Rose's blood from the curve, shuddering in ecstasy. "You're not as stale as your father."

"Not as breakable as him, either," Rose called back. Heat pulsed behind her eyes- not tears, but anger. Fuck this. Fuck Alci. She thought she'd play with her, toy with her, so assured of her own victory?

Lady Dimitrescu might be strong, might be twice her height, but Rose could be faster. And she could be smarter.

"And I can do all kinds of stuff he couldn't," she yelled.

"Like what? Die to me?"

"No." Rose dropped her hand from her sword's hilt, already clenched into a fist. She felt the mold squirm through her skin, felt the instant her eyes turned black. "Like- this!"

She dropped to her knees and slammed her fist into the snow. Mold exploded from the ground, a black, leaping fountain; it lunged for Dimitrescu, thick ropes lashing around her legs and hips, miring her in place.

Rose sprang off into a leap, her enhanced strength sending her catapulting toward the sky. She kicked off Dimitrescu's arm with a single foot and flipped in midair; her sword slashed out, a bright flash of steel-

She tumbled over Dimitrescu's head and landed in a crouch behind her, whirling in the same movement. Dimitrescu howled; she rounded on Rose, a gash spurting dark blood down one side of her face. As Rose watched, pallid tentacles burst from the wound, already sealing it back together, but the damage was done.

And damn, if it didn't feel good.

"You little cheat," Dimitrescu hissed. A slash of claws freed her from Rose's mold.

"Want another?" Rose said.

This time, when Dimitrescu attacked, it was for real. Her blow came from nowhere, so fast Rose felt it like a shockwave in the air. She threw herself to the ground; that would have taken her head off, it would have torn her in half.

The backswing pealed off her sword, scraping a shower of sparks off the blade. Rose skidded back with a cry; her shoulder throbbed white and red. She blocked the next strike, but on its way past she felt the shoulder tear, felt it leave its socket.

Her vision sheeted white. Her hand dropped off the hilt the moment Dimitrescu's claws met her sword.

The blow ripped her off the ground. She hit the ground hard and skidded, leaving a furrow of blood and mold in the snow. Her vision pulsed, her heartbeat a wet slosh in her head; her arm hung off her body like a doll's- she thought of Angie's story, and in her pain-addled mind it was absolutely hilarious to imagine herself as a little blonde doll, dangling from strings-

Then who's gonna save you?

First it had been her father. I won't let those weird fairy-tale monsters get you. And he never had. Wasn't she divided into pieces then? Next it was Heisenberg. Us monsters have to stick together. Which was she? A puppet on strings, an empty jar, Chris's little success story, a saint for all the desperate to pin their hopes on?

Footsteps shook the ground. She struggled to her feet. Her sword shone on the snow a few feet before her, streaked with Dimitrescu's near-black blood.

"Is this what Heisenberg taught you?" Dimitrescu said, laughing. "To kneel in deference to what you know will destroy you?"

"Yeah," Rose whispered. "Pretty much."

Dimitrescu stepped over her fallen sword.

Rose clenched her fist.

The mold-tentacle snaked around the sword as Dimitrescu stood over her, as she lifted her claws to take off Rose's head. Rose flung her arm skyward; the tentacle flung the sword; Dimitrescu's eyes widened- maybe she'd caught the flare of sunlight, real sunlight, off the blade as day broke through the clouds, as the sword spun over her head, as it slapped into Rose's good hand and she surged off her feet, bringing the blade forward and angled up, up, straight for Lady Dimitrescu's throat.

Dimitrescu's claws stopped, hovering a breath from Rose's neck. Rose's swordpoint halted, poised against the smooth, pale flesh over Dimitrescu's jugular. She made out the pulse of her heartbeat against the point. She felt the cold of Dimitrescu's claws against her skin.

"He also taught me how to survive at all costs," she panted. She tilted her head back, and grinned, as much like her stepdad as she could muster. "Unlike you."

For an instant, Rose thought Dimitrescu would kill her anyway and damn the consequences. Then-

"So I see," she said.

She lifted her claws and stepped back, giving a short, elegant bow. "Were you of the village," she said, "I might consider making you one of my daughters."

And that, Rose guessed, was about the best she could do. "So..." She stopped, breathing hard, to wipe blood from her face. The cold air stung on her cut cheek. "Does that mean you'll fight with me?"

Lady Dimitrescu looked down at her, unblinking, unmoving. A chill rippled through Rose's nerves. It had been, over the years, all too easy to forget what Heisenberg was. When they were up too late, sick on junk food, watching the next shitty movie, he might have been human; only when the game face went on and the sparks started flying was she reminded that he was a monster. With Lady Dimitrescu, there was no forgetting. Her gaze was heavy, alien. Full of fury, banked like a fire. Calculating.

But then- there was a crack in it. A flicker. Her gaze didn't soften, but it shifted.

"I remember when you first came to us," she said. "When Miranda brought you before us. So small, you were. My daughters...Bela, Cassandra, Daniela...I never knew them as children. They were born as they were, and remained so. But you...you were fragile. So human. And yet, something else. And I knew that in my long life I had never seen a creature such as you before."

"I hope that's a good thing." "Never fear, child." The corner of her gorgeous lips quirked up in a smile, and despite the ache in her healing shoulder, the hell Dimitrescu had just unleashed on her, Rose couldn't stop her blush. "Whatever you were then, you're one of us now."

"So will you fight?"

"Tell me one thing, Winters."

"Yeah?"

"That you won't stop me when I reclaim my castle," Dimitrescu said. "When I take back what was given to me."

Rose nodded and shrugged one-shouldered. Her other throbbed with heat as it began to mend itself. "I mean, I don't want it."

Dimitrescu inclined her head. Her claws sheathed themselves, sliding back into her skin. "Then those mortals you claim are coming will rue the day they dreamed of impugning upon what is rightfully mine."

Rose nodded, managed a smile, then backed off. Her shoulder snapped back into joint with a sickening pop as she limped over to the others.

"Nice one," Teodora said, with a wry grin. Donna brushed her bloodied hair from her face, a worried look in her eye, and before she could protest, Rose caught her up in a quick hug.

"Good job in the cave," Rose whispered to her, and pretended not to notice Donna's blush.

"Rose."

This was Teodora again. She'd faced the horizon with a battered pair of binoculars, the valley below slowly illuminated by the breaking winter sunlight, burning off the cloud bank. Rose gathered up her coat, wincing as she pulled it around her shoulders like a cape; she wasn't quite up to contorting her arm through a sleeve yet.

"What's up?" Rose joined her.

Wordless, she handed Rose the binoculars. Through them, Rose made out the ruined town, the distant forest, the gap between two mountains-

"Oh," she whispered. "Shit."

Helicopters. They looked tiny as wasps at this distance, but that would soon change. She tried to count- half a dozen? Ten? More? No one had called in the BSAA, neither her nor Chris before Teo had conked him out. That meant-

Ouroboros was coming.

"This place is gonna be a war zone once they hit," Teodora muttered. "You think you've seen lycans attack before...when there's fresh human flesh en masse like those walking chicken nuggets in those helicopters, it'll be a bloodbath."

"With the town and the survivors right in the middle," Rose said.

Teodora's eyes reflected the daylight, their green glimmer muted. In this light, she nearly looked human again, a scared girl unable to save everything she loved.

"This land was won for us by warrior saints," she said quietly. "My people have lived on it for thousands of years. Raised their children here, sang their songs, worshipped their gods. It's claimed my entire family in the defense of it. It's claimed me."

She paused for a while.

"Now..." she went on. "Now, I have to ask my people to leave it behind. Maybe forever."

"The saint has spoken," Rose said, nudging her lightly with an elbow.

Teodora's lips twitched. She sniffed.

"So she has," she said. "Better call 'em in."

Rose turned and knelt by Chris's side. He'd woken up sometime during the fight. Now, he struggled against his ropes, and against his gag, but Teodora had done her job well. The knots didn't budge. His blue eyes tracked her as Rose unhooked the radio from his belt.

"Tundra?" she said. "Tundra, this is Puppy. Do you read?"

A hiss of static. "Loud and clear, Puppy. Where's Alpha?"

"Right here." Chris twisted against his ropes, a muffled voice coming from under his gag. "Listen, I need you and the Squad to do something for us, okay? There's a big group of civilians we're sending your way that need babysitters, and stat."

"What? Put Alpha on-"

"He...he can't talk right now. Tundra, please, listen to me. It's children, villagers, innocents. They've been hit bad by the lycans and they need evacuation."

"Where the hell is Alpha?"

"Everything's okay. They'll be here-" Rose gave her the coordinates she and Teodora had agreed on, a clearing a few miles outside of the ruined town that wasn't through too-rough terrain. They'd make it there well before night, well before the lycans returned, and before this whole region became a total shitshow. "-before dusk. I'm serious. They need you."

She hooked the radio back on Chris's belt as Tundra's voice burst out of it, demanding Chris, and answers. Chris wasn't yelling anymore. He slumped against his bonds, sorrow in his eyes. Rose remembered what he'd said the night before. I've been betrayed over these things, over power. Maybe he'd never understand. Maybe, after this, he would always hunt her down, and that cut Rose like a knife.

But still she straightened from Chris's side, and instead faced Donna and Dimitrescu, the two of them standing against the sunlit sky- so different, and yet fundamentally the same.

And so was she.

"Teo," Rose said. "Look after him?"

"Of course."

Rose yanked her sword from the snow. "Then let's go."

"Into the fray," Dimitrescu said, her voice rich with satisfaction. "At last."

"How're we gonna get there?" Angie chattered. "More hiking?"

"Oh, darling, no," Dimitrescu said. "We arrive home in style."

Deep within her, something crackled. She reared, and as she did, she transformed. Muscle upon muscle, wings unfurling from her flesh, widening to blot out the skies as she gained mass. By the time she struck the ground she stood on four legs, her sharp teeth agrin, the breeze thrumming against her great wings.

"We fly," she said, with a lash of her tail across the snow.

Rose nodded. She grabbed a tentacle near Dimitrescu's foreleg; it was cold, slick and hard with muscle, squirming against her skin.

She hesitated, looked back, toward Chris-

Then swung up and onto Dimitrescu's back, a pair of tentacles sliding round her waist, holding her in place. Donna followed, hanging onto Rose's shoulders.

Dimitrescu lifted her wings, facing the northern sky.

Rose didn't look back again.

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I can say now with relative certainty that I know Hunk’s identity and in this post I’ll show you how because literally no one else is talking about this!

Strap in folks as I unload some of the best evidence I’ve found for Resi’s most elusive character.

This idea was first put into my head by a comment made by Evil Blitz in this video:

https://youtu.be/pyoW-FLqh1o

He suggests that because Hunk can keep his identity hidden so well he would have no need to flee prosecution. At the end of RE7 Blue Umbrella shows up, all of which are wearing masks to conceal their identities. Now this isn’t solid information alone but there’s more.

Blue Umbrella was said to be made up by people who used to work for the original Umbrella just as Hunk did and being as highly skilled as he is it would make sense for him to begin working with them.

Evil Blitz also suggested the same could be said about Chris’s Hound Wolf Squad all of which are highly skilled and, like Chris, survive a good 16 years after the events of Village as we discover in the DLC meaning they really are the best of the best.

Who else do we know who’s good at avoiding death? Oh yeah, The Grim Reaper himself. Hunk.

The HWS also all hide their faces but with the use of mods we can still see what they look like. We’ll come back to that later.

Two of the oldest members of the HWS are Umber Eyes and Lobo whom I guess to be around the same age as Chris. We can already rule out Umber Eyes as Hunk is already known to be Caucasian. That leaves Lobo AKA John Perlman, the machine gunner.

Now out of everyone on the squad, Lobo went through the biggest design change from concept art to character model.

His original design appeared to look more like a biker which I think is a reference to DC’s space biker Lobo whom he shares a name with.

But like I said his character model which appears in game and is canon is drastically different with exception of his eye scars which are an important detail we’ll circle back to.

(Credit: @loneghostwolf for the image)

Here we see Lobo has silver hair, stubble, dark eyes and eye scars.

Now let’s compare him to Hunk’s canon unmasking in Resident Evil 3’s Epilogue scenes.

Old quality aside we can clearly see the same hair, stubble, dark eyes and yes, The Eye Scar.

Now between these two pictures around 24 years have passed but that doesn’t rule out that they aren’t the same. Let me draw your attention to his stubble.

In the older image it is pretty apparent that Hunk is blond judging by his stubble and if we look at the shadow we can assume that his hair is too.

But also Blond people are known to go grey a lot faster compared to dark haired people so we can assume that even 24 years before, Hunk was already getting greyer hair.

Let’s compare the two side by side again:

Out of everything the eye scar is the most damning evidence I’ve seen. It’s position is slightly different but we all know Capcom is rather loose when it comes to characters staying true to their appearances (just look at Chris lol) The same applies to his face shape.

Can’t see the scar? Here’s a draw over:

Now let’s talk about personality because between Hunk and Lobo there are some differences I’d like to discuss.

Hunk is known to be cold, calculating and emotionless but that isn’t the case with Lobo.

Lobo, based on his dialogue in RE8 is more laidback and playful, referring to the raid on the village as ‘fun’. Now you may think this blows holes in my theory but allow me to direct your attention to Chris Redfield.

Is Chris Redfield in RE1 anything like Chris Redfield in RE8?

Nope! And that’s called character growth.

Chris has lost a lot of his playfulness over the years because of his repeated trauma and experiences. We can assume the same happened to Hunk but rather in reverse.

Hunk’s origin is still a complete mystery but being a cold emotionless killer is definitely the result of his job at Umbrella. The mission is always top priority and nothing else matters. He was trained to believe that on Rockfort which is the earliest information we have on him.

His behaviors are on par with other Umbrella characters like Wesker and especially Birkin. His job is his life and all he knows.

Your surroundings can drastically change your personality and reaction to things and I strongly believe that once Hunk was freed from Umbrella he began to understand his own sense of self and who he was as a person rather than as a weapon.

Blue Umbrella was the perfect place for him to discover himself even if no one else knew who he used to be. Surrounded by Ex-Umbrella employees living with their own regrets and trying to fix their mistakes would make Hunk question his own after all him stealing the G-Virus caused a chain reaction across the whole series.

His choices are directly responsible for the majority of the outbreaks following. If anything it’s possible he’s trying to make things right again and atone.

Being at Chris’s side is also beneficial regardless of whether or not his captain knows his identity which wouldn’t matter anyways anymore. They are both men who’s actions had resulted in the loss of their whole teams and by the end of Shadow of Rose it appears that both their curses have finally been broken.

But wait! There’s more.

Lobo in RE8 says this to Chris:

“Been a while since we fought together Captain. When was it last, the desert?”

This is a reference to Heavenly Island, a comic that takes place after RE6 but before RE7 meaning the two worked together previously in the Mojave Desert.

Because of this we can easily assume Chris hand picked him personally for the HWS based on these previous experiences of seeing him in battle.

This cannot be said about any other HWS member as it’s never revealed how they were recruited and who by.

Anyways Lobo is Hunk, here’s my evidence and thanks for listening. PLEASE tell me your thoughts and spread this around to get more people talking about this!

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