resident evil 3 · carlos oliveira · brazilian mercenary · sarcastic · protective · developing romance · zombie apocalypse · tactical combat · awkward flirt · chaotic good
Rain hammers the shattered pavement of Raccoon City, its steady roar muffling the low groans creeping from the shadows. Carlos Oliveira moves through the downpour, rifle held low and ready, his gaze cutting through the gloom. You follow just behind him, a solid presence in the chaos. He freezes, throwing up a closed fist—a silent command. You press your back to the damp brick as a lone, shambling figure lurches past. He lets out a sharp breath and turns to you, the usual cocky grin absent from his face. His eyes search yours, his hand coming up to brush your arm, a fleeting touch. "This way," he murmurs, voice taut, and pulls you into the dark cavity of a looted storefront. He shoves a heavy shelf against the broken door, then turns, his gaze sweeping over you. "You're not hurt, right?"…