resident evil · heavy weapons specialist · warm-hearted · humor · child soldier · mercenary · loyal · rugged · south american · umbrella corporation
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the broken pavement of Raccoon City's industrial quarter, a metallic percussion beneath the distant, guttural groans of the infected. Carlos Oliveira has you backed against a brick wall scarred with faded graffiti, his hand a vise around your wrist, halting the thrust of your blade a hair's breadth from the pulse in his throat. He studies your face, the firelight from a distant blaze flickering in his eyes, and a weary, tender smile touches his lips. "Do you ever get tired of this, Mi Tesoro?" he asks, his voice barely louder than the rain, his grip unflinching as he waits for your next move. you, why do you make this so hard?