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I’ve touched on this in the past, but Wesker and Jordan met during his time spent serving for the military. For everyone new to my work, my canon basically takes place in a timeline where Wesker meets Jordan instead of Mrs. Muller, hence the absence of any Jake on my page.

For some context, after Jordan immigrated to the states in her early adolescent years, this woman had no choice but to turn to enlisting since she had no means of attaining a proper well-paying job, nor did she want to go back to school (These two going hand in hand as she had no funds to support her schooling). Jordan’s degree back home in the Philippines is rooted in Forensics, which requires certification for local practice so poor girl’s only option was to turn to the Armed Forces, an act done out of pure desperation. Luckily! She had average MMA and Knife-Fighting skills, hobbies she had picked up on the side, so she was able to keep up in her earlier years. Impressive, especially for such a male-dominated field. However she was still quite sub-par compared to her peers. Not as fast as some, not as strong as some, and certainly not as intelligent. Just doing the bare minimum in order to survive. A motivator for her to work at her skills. 

Of course, due to her working in the field for much, much longer than Wesker has, she eventually honed her abilities well enough to build a decent resume, resulting in her splitting off from the forces officially. She began to work as a Mercenary for hire, very similar to Ada’s role. Her background in hand-to-hand combat obviously aided in this, despite primarily excelling at her grappling abilities, but her proficiency with rifles??? Absolutely dangerous, her marksmanship being equivalent to a scalpel under the hands of a surgeon. An endeavour that lead to her employment under the same branch where Albert Wesker was stationed. 

Interaction started off minimal at first, really only talking to one another when it was truly necessary. Why would she? He’s tight-lipped and doesn’t seem too keen on any social interaction at all, eugh, and the ego wafting off that man? No thanks. Jordan already had struggled with obeying authority figures due to her brash nature, an aspect that had gotten her into trouble numerous times in the past. Rebellion and the military wasn’t exactly a perfect match. So willingly having to deal with this prick even though he didn’t exactly have any power over her? Yeah she has enough superiors to worry about. Although.. he was a bit cute.. He did look like Bowie after all… Though one thing that she did think was a bit charming at first was the fact that those damn Aviators remained glued to his damn face. What was he hiding under there..? Stupid looking, yeah, but oh so very alluring, the mystery of it all. 

At first, these thoughts were pushed aside. “Maintain professionalism Jordan”, she told herself, “Christ, get ahold of yourself! you can’t hit on him, he’s basically your coworker!”, she told herself, “Don’t eat where you shit, fuck, stop thinking about this you’re at work. Do your job so you can find work someplace else”, she told herself. Oh but god .. he made it so hard for her. As an Engineering Officer, Wesker was primarily tasked with overseeing the combat, mobility and logistics behind his teams, and boy, did Jordan attract his attention. Well, not necessarily in a positive way. Yes, without a doubt she was a remarkable sniper but.. Gods, who the hell trained her in combat prior to this?? You could tell she was good at some fighting disciplines, BJJ and Muay Thai specifically however it was quite sloppy. Her grappling was top tier, yes, no doubt about that. However, you could easily tell Jordan much rather preferred a good striking exchange, her mediocre Muay Thai putting her on her ass every so often during drills. Her defense was sub-par, really, a bit predictable as well. You could tell much of her experience was rooted in street-fighting, it lacked the proper refinement that one would have if mentored and taught correctly. 

Clearly, her superiors prior to this didn’t care enough to correct that, I mean, what the hell was he expecting anyway? For the most part, military personnel only teach the basics of MMA, of course she’d focus on honing her marksmanship. Normally he wouldn’t really care, I mean, he was only there because of Umbrella, but darn his meticulous nature. Ugh, seeing her getting dropped numerous times was honestly sad, her striking wasn’t fast enough and her loud rugged breathing during spars? How grating. Everything had to be perfect. One of his fellow officers struggling during mere hand to hand combat? Like a shit-stain on his perfect record, an insult to the pristine team he had whipped into shape prior to her arrival. Wesker took immense pity on her, well, if you could say that. Of course, she was a woman, an outlier, of course she’d struggle maybe a bit but she really could do better. Just because she was a woman doesn’t excuse the sorry performance she’d put on when paired with another individual with more experience with hand-to-hand combat, she can’t JUST rely on Jiu Jitsu. Hell, her potential and willingness to work in such an intense field honestly created some respect, she just needed some work. That’s all.

Jordan was so pissed at first though, fuck this pompous, absolutely GORGEOUS asshole, who the hell does he think he is? Private one-on-one sparring sessions? Yeah wow, thanks for telling me I’m terrible at what I do. Cunt. Jordan would grit her teeth in the beginning, begrudgingly biting her tongue, one wrong word to this prick and she’d be in trouble with her actual superiors, the forces valued cooperation after all. Though, she did need some extra practice, and honestly, he’d rather die than ever admit to this but he did feel drawn to her, hmph. It’s normal, she’s just conventionally attractive, is all, a bit exotic-looking but it’s whatever. At first, Wesker remained stiff. The forced proximity really was so painful for her. Yes, polite, but he wouldn’t utter a word if not needed, making it quite awkward at first. Thank god she was so extroverted, but jeez it wouldn’t ever hurt if he were the one to dominate the conversation for once. Though, what made it enjoyable was provoking him every so often, man did she give him shit for always having those Aviators on. Eventually though his presence became a warm welcome, the woman finding herself wanting to be in his presence every so often. She’d finally made a friend. At first she’d thought he’d looked down on her due to his naturally cold nature but he really was just nice. Usually, she’d have to deal with arrogant, sexist pigs who’d downplay her achievements or complete perverts who’d objectify her existence but…

Albert, oh, Albert. He didn’t push. He watched where his hands were placed, and oh the soft, buttery tone he’d eventually start to use one on one made her stomach do flips and her cheeks tickle a faint shade of red, you’d think she had asian flush. 

“If you find yourself caught like this, use your shoulder to drive your weight into your opponent whilst you have them in a clinch—- Uhff— Yes, good. Like that—-“

“Y—*Cough* Y-Yeah…??”

“Mhm. Not bad, though I’d recommend to flex your bicep more, you’ll have a much better hold like that …. You’re improving.. Slowly but surely.”

  She just felt so pliant in this mans hands, honestly having to catch herself at times to not melt into his touch whenever they grappled. God, it really didn’t help at all, she had already found him attractive, why did he have to do this? The silly, small one-sided attraction had eventually turned into a full blown crush, one becoming increasingly hard to ignore. He was just so charming. He was so smart, so intelligent yet never felt the need to demean Jordan for her intellect nor provided unsolicited advice, a condescending habit that other academics usually have. She really couldn't believe that such an acclaimed scientist was there, out in the field and getting his hands dirty, unlike the clean, sterile labs he must've been accustomed to. Oh goodness, the fact he's so blue collar in tandem with his “former” prestigious job was just soo attractive to her. The power and authority he wielded as a leader in the force really left her in awe sometimes, obviously not to sleep with him and climb the ranks, but he was just so adept at what he did she couldn’t help but admire him. The perfect balance between brain and brawn. Besides these superficial features as well, he was honestly just a huge dork. Quite the surprise considering his usual confidence when commanding fellow soldiers but one on one? Oh off the bat she could tell he was a bit sheltered. He was awkward, stiff and a bit socially inept at times, a bit irritating at first, though eventually turning into an adorable quirk of his, his silence providing a calming effect on the woman. Oh, and the moments she’d tease the man, eliciting the cute cock of his brow with a stoic “.. I don’t get it..” or the flush on his face in response to a perverted joke made it all the more rewarding to hear the rare soothing rumble of his chuckle that seemed to replay in her head whenever she heard it. Hell, at times he’d even play into it. He could equally just as crude as Jordan, encompassing the same dark humour the woman valued, contrasting with the usual mask he put on a day to day basis. Sure, most of the time it was corny, a bit unfunny and dad joke-esque, however it was a side that only she could see.

“Shit … Al, could you uh.. help.”

“*Snort* Heh—- How did you even—-“

“Yeah yeah, I know I assembled it wrong bud.. hah, now could you help???”

“Pffthhaha—-! cough ehrm, I apologize, forgive me .. clears throat heh.. Jordan, you’ve assembled rifles countless times in the past, are you certain nothing’s been troubling you?”

“.. Y-Yeah.. yeah yeah I’m sure man.. just uhm.. Y’now… Got a lot on my mind, soo ..”

“Well, I told you, I’ll always be here if you’re in need of assistance. Here, let me..”

Strange, he was so strange. An enigma with the way he carried himself switching from one personality to the next, but it just felt so genuine. Unlike the men before him who’d lie about their qualities to get into her good graces. It felt so authentic, too good to be true, but here he was. It’s not like he had lovebombed her either, she’d painstakingly put up with the man for 5 months before he eventually started to crack. His vulnerability wasn’t a “facade” to keep her close. He really was just perfect after all, wasn’t he?

Too bad that he himself had started to open up as well, it just made everything worse. Wesker found himself frustrated. His top priority was to focus on what Umbrella had sent him here to do! he had no time nor care for frivolous activity like this, he really shouldn’t be entertaining this mercenary, she’d be gone in a few months regardless. Pursuing this was unnecessary in his eyes. He really did try to remain professional, honestly, he did, but he was human after all. However, he couldn’t help it no matter how hard he tried to restrain himself, it was so unlike him. “Sparring” eventually turned into an excuse in order to be around her, not even counting the myriad of other reasons as to why he needed her assistance, stargazing being a common activity between them once he had found out about her affinity for the stars. Though, if you told him that, he’d vehemently deny, even if it were the case.

Jordan was unlike anything he had ever encountered up to that point, it intrigued him immensely. His scientific nature almost wanting to study her and analyze her every being. Wesker was accustomed to rigid, strict, intellectuals who had their life together. Regardless of if they were another lackey working under Umbrella or a fellow soldier, tight-lipped and stoic following their sergeant’s command. Jordan on the other hand was so brash, not having a care in the world on disobeying orders if it meant doing what she believed was right. The only person who had come close to being this way was Birkin, however despite his erratic nature he still had an air of professionalism to him, Jordan lacked that finesse. She was sloppy, chaotic.

Oh, but it was all so alluring to him. For the majority of his life he’d been lead under Umbrella’s beck and call, It just felt so freeing to be able to break the rules just a bit. Even if it was miniscule, like romantically pursuing your coworker. She was such a bad influence on him, but how could he resist? He’d come to recognize her as this mischievous and optimistic pillar of sunshine, someone he could indulge in and look forward to seeing everyday. The world was bleak, riddled with pests undeserving of life, how could she walk around with that dimpled smile of hers? in such a miserable line of work no less? How naive .. how sweet.. only she could pull a chuckle and a grin out of him, albeit few and far between. It was adorable, really. Jordan just had a natural, witty charisma to herself, an aspect that had helped her keep up with countless debates between the two, despite Wesker winning the majority of them. Sometimes the thought had made the man grit his teeth, her bubbly albeit dark nature could brighten anyones day, Wesker’s at the very least … It pained him to think that eventually she’d be exposed to more horrors, the inevitable snuffing of the flame inside her that burned so bright drawing nearer and nearer with each passing day.

Above all else though, she treated him like a person. He wasn’t a superior at Umbrella, not a fellow scientist, not a terrifying sergeant, nor was he an individual she could gain from, nono, not at all. He was just Albert to her, an equal who’d deserved her respect, and vice versa. She didn’t owe him anything at all, yet she cared so much for him. He never understood it at all.

“Shit! Al, you’re— are you okay???”

“…? …. It’s just a scratch.”

“I don’t care you’re bleeding, come on, I’ll patch you up … m’not the best but I can try ..”

“Jordan. Really it isn’t an issue, you don’t have to.”

“Shut up.. I want to.”