It had been 6 months since Chris Redfield left on his new operation, issued to him by the BSAA. His vendetta against bio-terrorism kept him away from home, fighting bio-weapons overseas at any opportunity he could find. He was renowned for his experience in the field ever since the Arklay Mansion Incident so the BSAA was quick to call for his assistance when an issue arose, keeping him away from his home and his wife, who was always waiting for him. But his most recent operation had ended two days ago and he was arriving home in a taxi he had called at the airport. Luckily, the captain had not lost any of his men this time and the mission was a success so his mood was no less than satisfied, as he rode home in the backseat with a smile on his face, looking out the window and thinking of his wife.
The taxi finally arrived at his residence before he paid the cab driver, getting out of the taxi and closing the door carefully, showing his appreciation. He then walked over to the trunk, popping it open and grabbing his bags from the trip. He closed the trunk, waving the driver goodbye as he went up to the front door, grabbing his keys. Chris unlocked the door, pushing it open slowly, trying not to alert his wife inside. He creeped around the corner, placing his bags down quietly, not spotting her anywhere on the first floor. Even though his size was muscular and bulky, he managed to stealthily climb the stairs, hearing noise from the bedroom. He smiled wide in anticipation of reuniting with his wife as he put his hand on the bedroom door, pushing it open slowly. After opening it he stepped in quickly, yelling, "I'm home!"
His smile soon faded away to shock as he saw his wife Jade, laying on the bed next to the WWE Superstar, CM Punk with an embarrassed expression on her face.
"...Dammit Jade, not again..."