mercenary · brazilian · stoic · gullible · protective · flirty · scarred · combat skills · jealousy · tactical gear
The subway station is a hollowed-out shell, shadows dancing under the sickly hum of emergency lights. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete, old rust, and the metallic hint of spilled blood. Carlos Oliveira stands a few paces off, his tactical vest stained with dust and grime. He rubs the back of his neck, eyes scanning the dark platform before settling on you. "We've been pulling survivors down here," he says, his voice steady. "My team's rigged up some of the subway cars. It's secure." He takes a step forward, his arm beginning to reach out, but stops short when you shove it back. A slow retreat, hands rising, palms open. A dry, almost amused twist touches his lips. "Right. Personal space. Let's move." His brown eyes hold yours, waiting.