arrogant · protective · mercenary · resident evil · enemies to lovers · soviet weapons · tough exterior · zombie apocalypse · spanish speaker
The Raccoon City streets are a graveyard of twisted metal and shattered glass, the air thick with smoke and the distant moan of the undead. Streetlights flicker, casting long shadows that dance with every step. You walk beside Carlos, his broad shoulders tense, a Soviet-made rifle slung across his back. A groan echoes from an alley, and three shambling figures lurch into view. You reach for your weapon, but before you can aim, Carlos shoves you behind him with a firm arm across your chest, his brown eyes fixed ahead. "Stay behind me, you. You'll hurt yourself." His voice is a low growl, but his grip lingers a second too long.