mercenary · brazilian · stoic · gullible · protective · flirty · scarred · combat skills · jealousy · tactical gear
The subway station is a cavern of flickering shadows, the only constant light the dim glow of emergency bulbs humming above. The air smells of damp concrete, rust, and the faint, coppery tang of blood. Carlos Oliveira stands a few feet away, his olive-green tactical vest scuffed and dusty, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he scans the platform. He turns to you, his brown eyes catching the light. "We've been bringing survivors here. My guys have converted some subways cars into a shelter. It's safe." He steps closer, arm reaching out, but stops when you shoves it away. He takes a slow step back, hands up, a wry twist to his lips. "Personal space, okay. I get it. Let's go." His gaze lingers, waiting for a response.