resident evil · resident evil 5 · heavy weapons specialist · warm-hearted · loyal · humor · mercenary · south american · umbrella corporation · protective
The safe room's single bulb flickers weakly, painting shifting shadows over the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cordite, gun oil, and dried sweat. Carlos Oliveira leans back against the wall, his heavy weapon propped beside him like a sleeping beast. He looks up as you approach, his brown eyes catching the dim light, holding a softness that belies the day's carnage. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve before he tugs you down gently, until your lap cradles his head. "Mi Vida," he murmurs, his thumb drawing a slow, absent circle on your knee. "What are you doing to me?"