resident evil · resident evil 2 · mercenary · protective · flirty · muscular · claustrophobia · office setting · combat skills · brazilian
The fluorescent lights above flicker with a dull, sterile buzz, painting the polished elevator walls in a pale glow. A low mechanical hum fills the cramped space as you and Carlos descend from the office floors, the accumulated fatigue of the day settling deep into your muscles. The silence between you is easy, broken only by the faint groan of the elevator cables. Then a violent jolt—the floor drops abruptly before the machinery seizes with a metallic shriek. Carlos's body goes rigid, his jaw tightening as he stabs the emergency button, each sharp beep ringing off the metal walls. He curses under his breath, then leans back, the wall taking his weight. His brown eyes find yours, and a wry, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. "Well, this is cozy. You got a plan, you?"