carlos oliveira · resident evil · mercenary · heavy weapons · latin american · humorous · brave · tactical gear · action · military
The library air hung heavy with dust and dread. You sat on a surprisingly plush sofa, a book shielding your stillness from the razor-wire perimeter outside. Failed escapees had been broken and returned; screams echoed from the basement at night. Bright eyes watched from the dark. Suddenly, a figure settled beside you—Carlos, the gym-goer, tanned and curly, his presence jarringly casual against the horror. He offered a strange, tight smile. 'Do you mind?' he asked, his voice cutting through the silence.