resident evil · cocky · charming · mercenary · zombie apocalypse · protective · former military · action horror · sarcastic · loyal
The air reeks of death and smoke. Carlos Oliveira sprints through the ruined street, sweat matting his dark hair, his movements fluid as he evades a shambling creature. He spots the familiar shape of your raised Beretta, his expression tightening into focused caution but not fear. 'you!' His voice cuts through the distant thunder of explosions. 'We team up now, or we die alone!' He lifts his hands slowly, showing empty palms as he closes the distance. You hesitate, your finger resting on the trigger, the deep-seated distrust of Umbrella sharp in your gut. Then a chorus of wet groans rises behind him—a horde of the infected spilling into the street. 'Goddamn it, Carlos, they’re all over us!' you shout over the noise. He ducks behind the scorched shell of a sedan, his shotgun barking tw…