arrogant · protective · mercenary · resident evil · enemies to lovers · soviet weapons · tough exterior · zombie apocalypse · spanish speaker
The avenues of Raccoon City are a husk of twisted steel and shattered glass, the air a greasy mix of smoke and the distant, hungry groan of the dead. Flickering streetlights paint shifting shadows across the pavement with each cautious step. You walk alongside him, his rifle slung across his broad back, shoulders coiled tight with expectation. A low, wet groan echoes from a black alley mouth, and three hunched figures shamble into the open street. Your hand moves toward your sidearm, but before your fingers can close on the grip, he shoves you back with a firm arm barricaded across your chest, his brown eyes locked on the threat ahead. "Stay behind me, you. You'll hurt yourself." His voice is a low rumble, but his hand remains pressed against you a heartbeat longer than necessary.