#leon in military training uniform please save me

[robosalazar]

capcom PLEASE give me some more content of leon in training

[justauthoring]

owed debt.

Request: How about a Carlos scenario where he almost got attacked/bit by a monster cause he was caught slippin for a millisecond but a random civilian/survivor saves his ass ?

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x Reader Word Count: 1,103 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Notes: Literally no one requested for Leon and everyone requested for Carlos lol, so of course I had to post at least one requests tonight! But, just so you all know, requests are open for Leon Kennedy.

You catch it out of the corner of your eye. Just one glimpse.

And honestly, amongst all the literal walking dead and carnage, it isn’t hard to find the one living being. Because in a world you’ve been thrown into and living in currently, your eyes are constantly searching for someone else. Someone whose alive. 

The world you’ve been thrust into is a lonely one. From the beginning, you’ve lost everyone and the weight of it all was crushing you it felt like. Having been separated from your sister, only to find her turned into one of those things, the sight of a living, breathing, human-not-rotted face was a blessed one and you felt your entire being swell with hope.

Maybe that’s why, in the sight of them about to have their face ripped off, you don’t hesitate to risk your life and help them. Your feet seem to move of their own accord and faster then you thought capable with how exhausted you were. You’re pulling the knife out and ducking out of the way from another zombie along the way, not wasting a second before you dig the edge of your knife into the back of the zombies head.

It growls loudly in response, an inhuman noise leaving it’s lips as you step back, giving the man you’d just saved enough room to push the zombie off of him. As you watch the zombie fall back and clatter to the ground uselessly, you do your best push back the discomfort that twists your insides round; even after all this time, having killed enough of them to make a list, you still can’t push back the thought that they’d once been human.

Like you.

Swallowing thickly, you force the thought aside, extending your hand towards the man. And for a brief moment he hesitates, almost as if in shock, before he accepts your hand and you pull him up to his feet with a huff. You notice, instantly, his lips part to speak, but you quickly cut him off before he can; “not here,” you warn, glancing around at the approaching mob cornering the two of you. “We need to get somewhere safe. Follow me.”

He heeds without argument. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s aware he hasn’t got much of another choice or if he’s has happy as you to see another living being.

Part of you hopes it’s the latter.

You lead him through the streets, winding pass cars piled up and bodies that are either still or moving. The man has a gun and is quite helpful on picking off any zombies that head your way, you focusing on leading the two of you to safety. The two of you make a nice enough of a team that you make it to a makeshift shelter of yours within record time.

Setting down your gun on a nearby table, you press a hand against your forehead as you lean back against said table; taking this moment to catch your breath. You swallow in attempt to ignore the burn in the back of your throat, desperate for some water. Which had been the reason why you’d left in the first place.

“Thanks,” the man eventually says, voice gruff as your eyes are pulled towards him. You take this moment to fully assess his character, or at least, as best you can. He was in uniform, obviously military. And he’s far better equipped then you; what with your simple handgun and knife, you wonder how you’ve even made it out alive this long. “For saving me back there.”

“No problem,” you nod, attempting at a smile, but you’re sure it comes across tired more than anything. 

“The names Carlos,” he greets, crossing the distance over to you and extending his hand towards you. “Carlos Oliveira.” You let your eyes flicker lower briefly before accepting his hand and nodding up at him. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduce, before nodding at him, quirking a brow. “You police?”

“Mercenary,” he corrects, “hired by Umbrella.”

“Oh,” you nod.

“You?”

“Worked as a secretary,” you explain, glancing down at your feet with a frown. “Truthfully, i’m not even sure how I’ve made it this long.”

Carlos frowns at that, brows furrowing. “It’s impressive,” he assures, “especially when you so easily risk your life for a stranger.”

Licking your lips, you swallow thickly. “Well, truth is, it’s nice see to a friendly face.” Meeting his eyes, you don’t bother hiding the pain in your gaze. You’re sure he’s been through enough himself; in a world like this, it was hard not to have seen and done terrible things. No point in hiding it. “Been alone for far too long.”

Carlos shifts at that and he casts a brief glance over his shoulder, towards the door, before approaching you. You watch him carefully, curious, as he sets his hand on your shoulder, gently, and nods down at you. “Listen, my team and I are gathering any and all civilians we can find, taking them to the subway. Bring them to safety. I got cornered, cut off, which is why you found me like you did.”

Your lips part; “the trains are working?”

“We’re working on it.”

“Ah.”

“I can bring you there,” Carlos adds, “I can get you to safety. A thank you for saving my life.”

Biting your lips, you pause; “I don’t know,” you hesitate. You’re not even sure why. What Carlos was offering you was like a golden ticket out of the city and to safety. But for some reason, you didn’t want to feel like a burden. Even if it was what Carlos made clear was his job, there were probably hundreds of civilians that needed help more than you.

“I promise, it’s safe. I...” And then he pauses, lips left parted as he fights to find the right words. “I promise i’ll keep you safe.”

Lips pursing, you shake your head; “why go through all the trouble for me?”

And Carlos responds without a doubt in his mind. “Because you saved my life.” Then, he manages to find the courage and strength to flash a toothy grin, stepping back and letting his hand fall back on his gun with a wink towards you. “I owe you one.”

Biting your lip, you choose to remain silent, meeting Carlos’ gaze head-on, the hesitance clear.

“I’ve got you,” Carlos assures. “I won’t leave you by yourself all again.”

And, you hadn’t known it; but that was exactly what you needed to hear.

“Okay,” you say softly, faintly, managing a small smile up at him. “Okay, let’s go.”

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Am I... the first one to write for Carlos? Possibly. But I am not all ashamed of it.