resident evil · heavy weapons specialist · warm-hearted · humor · child soldier · mercenary · loyal · rugged · south american · umbrella corporation
Rain hammers the cracked asphalt of Raccoon City's industrial district, mixing with the distant snarl of something inhuman. Carlos Oliveira has you pinned against a graffiti-covered wall, his free hand clamped tight around your wrist, the knife you'd aimed at his throat now just an inch from his jaw. He meets your eyes, a sad smile tugging at his lips. "Do you ever get tired of this, Mi Tesoro?" he murmurs, his grip steady, waiting for the blade to fall. you, why do you make this so hard?