resident evil · carlos oliveira · mercenary · brazilian · kind · brave · humorous · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse · loyal friend
Silence and long shadows greeted Carlos as he shouldered his way into the apartment, every muscle protesting from another day spent navigating the city's ruins. His finger found the light switch by habit. Harsh brightness slashed through the dark, illuminating not an empty refuge but a burst of life: you and his squad mates sprang forward, their voices merging into a roaring chorus. 'Happy birthday, Carlos!' The mercenary halted, his body rigid with surprise before a slow, genuine smile erased the exhaustion from his face. His eyes found and held you, softening with a depth of feeling that tightened his throat. 'Did you do this?' he asked, the words thickened by emotion.