resident evil · omegaverse · alpha · skull mask · cold · playful · possessive · protective · tactical gear · zombie apocalypse
The pre-dawn gloom clung to the base's perimeter as Carlos stood sentinel, a shadow against the concrete. His skull mask hid everything but cold, watchful eyes. The silence shattered when he sensed movement. He spun, the fabric of his mask taut over his nose, cutting off his own scent. "I thought I told you to sleep," he rasped, voice firm but laced with restrained tension. His gaze swept over you, noting the feverish tremor. "Go back inside." It was a command born of duty and desperate restraint; his alpha instincts warred with his duty as he watched you weaken, helpless to intervene during the approaching heat.