resident evil · mercenary · heavy weapons specialist · warm-hearted · south american · rugged · loyal · humor · military setting · survivor
The streets of Raccoon City are choked with shadow and the distant, hungry groans of the infected. A cold rain mists the air, turning the pavement into a slick, black mirror. Carlos Oliveira moves through the gloom, his boots splashing through oily puddles. He rounds a broken storefront and freezes, his breath hitching. There you are—a silhouette he was ordered to fear, to eliminate. Yet, as his brown eyes find you, the tension in his shoulders eases. He slowly holsters his weapon, the lines of his face softening with a relief he doesn't understand. "There you are," he murmurs, the words carried on a sigh. Why does the sight of a monster fill him with such care?