a mercenary carlos oliveira x mercenary female reader fic
Pov: Your a ex S.T.A.R.S medic who can’t hold down a regular job,so when a well paying,seemingly easy opportunity falls right into your hands what are you going to do? say no?
More info: This is a slow burn fic,reader is not a mercenary at this point in the story,Carlos isn’t in this chapter as this is more a prologue for more backstory,english is not my first language I have proofread but cannot ensure there are no mistakes,I don’t write a lot so please be kind! Happy reading! <3
CW: Light swearing,-name- is used twice sorry!!,in the resident evil universe but the timeline makes no sense,suggested depression,suggested suicidal tendencies,no carlos in this chapter!!
“Just here is fine.” You offer to the taxi driver as he pulled towards the side of the mansion that was approaching your view.
“You sure? The weathers real shitty today.I can drive to the front of that building,save you some time on your feet.” He chuckles,turning to face you.
“I’m sure i’ll live.” You mutter with a smile,it hurt to even do that.Although, most things did recently.The man shrugs unlocking your door with a wave of his hand.
Its just like any other night for you.A microwaveable meal from your local convenience store then back to your apartment so you can drink until you pass out while watching some old horror film you rented years ago and forgot to return,you browsed the shelves,part of you believed you really would try something different,or maybe you would actually get some vegetables as a side,like your therapist had suggested.You didn’t,your hand settled on the ‘lasagna for one *now with real cheese!*’ dropping it in your tote bag with a small thud.Your free hand raises to your forehead,brushing away the loose hair that landed in your face while you straighten back up.
“Excuse me.” A gruff voice mumbles,there chest colliding with your back.
“Oh,no worries.” You stumble,turning to face the voice.You were met with what you can only describe as a creepy looking guy,he towered over you.His thin grey/black hair covering his eyes as he peered down at you.Your back hit the freezer behind you,not realising you had been backing away from the man.
“Didn’t mean to scare you missy.”He murmured,tracing his piercing grey eyes over your body.
“It’s fine,really.” You say,shaking your head slightly in a desperate attempt to mask your growing nerves.He looked back into your eyes,not breaking the contact as a small grin grew on his ghostly pale face.
“I’ve been looking for you for quite some time now.” A shiver ran down your spine at his words,the man definitely sensed your fear,he stepped back.Allowing you more space to breathe,if you even could.
“What…what are you talking about..” You managed to spill out,still maintaining eye contact with the man.You wanted to run out of the store,or call over the cashier for help.But you couldn’t,part of you wanted to know who this was.And why he wanted you.This side of you was really around these days,truthfully you thought that part of you died along with your fellow S.T.A.R.S members.
“-name-,I have a job for you.I can explain at a later date,but not here.We need someone with your…”He trailed off,finally breaking the eye contact,drifting his grey orbs toward the oblivious cashier who looked five minutes away from dropping his head on the counter and passing out.
“Your skills,-name-.We will pay well,and please,spare me the lies of not needing our money.We both know it’s not true.” He chuckles,dragging his gaze back to you as one of his hands dips in the pocket of the oversized black coat his was wearing.
“What the hell are you talking about,how do you know my name?” You hissed,but the fear you had before had been fully replaced by this other,somehow more familiar feeling of curiosity.And this man,however the hell he was.Had a point,you needed money.You would do just about anything…
“We will be in contact.If you don’t want this.Dont show up,but we both know you will.” He said,pressing a small white card in your arms as he turned on his heels and limped to the door.
“Thank you for shopping at lucky mart,we hope to see you again soon.” The cashier said with a sigh to the mysterious man,oblivious to what had just happened 5 feet from him.
Your gaze turns from the figure that was disappearing further and further away from the warm glow of the convenience store.Towards the card that had been handed to you,a business card of sorts.Instead of a email or phone number it just had the words -
‘THE DE LOUGHREY RESIDENCE -
more information will be given to you in due time.’
You had tried,really.But getting a ‘normal job’ just wouldn’t work.The year you had spent working as a S.T.A.R.S medic had destroyed you,as much as you hated to admit it to your therapist and the rare occasion that one of your former colleagues had ‘checked in on you’. You had told them again and again that it hasent affected you,you were barely on the team and you weren’t a part of the well known ‘mansion incident’ so really they had it so much worse.But the things you had seen in that time.The people you had just been told over a quick phone call were ‘no longer with us’ like they weren’t someone’s child or parent or someone, it had fucked you up more than you would ever admit.So why take up a job offer that is very likely to be a death sentence?
To that,you really didn’t have an answer.you just know one thing,you rents due in a week and you spent your last 50 dollars on a taxi to this goddamn building.
Your knuckles rapped on the large wooden doors with a small tap.It was freezing out and your jacket was really not offering you much warmth.
you think,waiting patiently for someone to come to the door.After five long minutes you knocked again,a little harder this time.leaving you knuckles stinging slightly from the sturdiness of the doors.
You jump slightly,tapping the sides of your jacket for the familiar outline of your phone in one of the thin pockets.
‘YOU CAN ENTER,THERE IS NO NEED TO BE SHY.I LEFT THE DOORS UNLOCKED FOR YOU.’
The unknown number flashed on your screen,the knot in your stomach tightened as you stared at the screen.You hand hesitates over the door handle before you push it open,eventually having to put your phone away just to open enough you could slip inside.
With a loud crash the door slammed behind you,instinctively you had jumped back a little.Ever since that day you had developed a fear of loud noises and the dark,and… well most things.It made you feel stupid and weak.The constant nightmares certainly didn’t make you feel more confident in yourself.Maybe that was partly why you were doing this,it was a way to connect back with the minimal combat training they provided all the medics.Maybe this would give you a chance to showcase your skills,prove that you really were strong.Or maybe it would kill you.
Either way,it didn’t seem like a bad deal.
A small tanned woman stood before you,her auburn hair had been pulled back in a tight bun that sat at the back of her head.She had a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.Her thin arms were crossed over her chest,holding a heavy looking file in them,her gaze didn’t falter from you,not even when the rain turned into hail outside.Crashing onto the windows so loudly you thought they would shatter at any moment.
“He is waiting.” She says,a slight quiver in her voice.As if she’s afraid,of you…? You’re not quite sure.
“Who is?” You reply,relaxing your still tense shoulders.The woman giggles slightly,it’s fake.You can tell.
“Mr De Loughrey,would you like to come with me?” You scoff,stepping away from the door and towards her.she doesn’t step back,and she still won’t look away.
“I don’t really think I have a choice…” you trail off,searching for any emotion on the woman’s face.
“You always have a choice.” She spins to her left,her black pointed heels creating a sharp tapping on the linoleum floors of the entranceway.
“Come,we shouldn’t leave him waiting.”
The mansion really is beautiful,candles light the halls and the shiny white floors and covered with plush red carpets as far as the eye can see.Large wooden doors cover almost all the walls,they’re similar to the one you had seen outside.However these ones were splayed with intricate carvings,some displaying various swirls and patterns,some showing different animals in motion.Large paintings adorned the tall walls, tarnished gold frames supporting them.All you could hear was the hail and rain tapping against the windows and some faint classical music.
“Here,I’ll give you some privacy.” The woman mutters,turning to a door on her right.This door was engraved with a doe,the angle it had been crafted at made it look like it was staring right at you.It almost looked…scared,like it was waiting for something terrible to happen.She opened to door with a creak,holding out her arm to usher you inside.You obayed,there didn’t seem to be much point in asking what you were walking into.It was too late to turn back either way.
Camille Saint-Saëns, ‘The swan’ played from a gramophone that was stationed in the corner,the classic track coming out in a gargled static form.Its beauty was still persistent,even through the static.
“Such an elegant piece…” a voice said from the middle of the room,hidden behind a large wooden desk was a familiar figure.The man you had seen 4 months ago in the lucky mart welcomed you,a smile on his pale face.He was wearing a clean dress shirt that complimented his snow white skin and deep black hair in a almost fashionable way.
“Sit,please.I have lots to ask of you.” He gestured towards a worn leather chair,beckoning you to sit before him.He seemed less intimidating now,his features softened by the candle light and small blue glow from a nearby window.You sit down,the leather slouching underneath you,almost engulfing you in it.It was so comfy and god you were exhausted,you couldn’t remember the last time you slept more that five hours before being jolted awake by flashing images of bodys,monsters and so much blood.The flickering candle light and droning music was the perfect sleepy atmosphere,you so badly wanted to succumb to the exhaustion that was pulling you under like a anchor in the sea.
“I’m afraid there is no time to rest.” The man sighs,shaking his head almost pityful of your exhaustion.
“I wasn’t!-“ You jolt up,propping yourself up by the armrests with a raise of his hand the man stops you.
“Please,I didn’t bring you here to argue.I have money,much too much.And all these years i’ve spent with these piles of riches that i’ve obtained,i’ve never found a use for it that truly excites me.Or a use for it at all.”
“What does that have to do with me?You tracked me down and took me all the way out here just to talk about your money?”. The man sighs.
“I need something….something that money can’t buy,or..well I suppose it can.” The man stands up now,staying behind the desk.You notice his left leg is shaking pretty rapidly,it’s the same leg he was limping on four months ago,you remembered thinking it was strange he didn’t have any accessibility tools,even by his clothes you could tell he had the money to afford one.
“You shouldn’t put weight on that leg,It might be infected…” You trail off as the man chuckles.
“There’s that famous medical training I heard all about.” He sighs,switching to his right leg leaving his left hovering slightly above the hardwood floors.
“I normally would obtain something like this myself but with this pesky leg,it makes things a little difficult.”
Slowly he lifts his pant leg up,displaying the injured leg to you.
It looks awful,the skin was even paler than the rest of his body.Black lines explore the expanse of flesh.leaving dark patches of rotting,peeling skin behind.Its unlike anything you had ever seen,you wanted to touch it,feel all the bumpy and coarse skin that sat before you.
“There’s a cure for…well,this.” You look back up at the man,peeling away your attention to the leg as he hides it back under his black pants.
“I want you to find the cure and bring it back here,then inject it and observe for seven days.Just to make sure it’s not spreading anymore,I’m aware that it’s a lot to ask,i’m also aware that you haven’t participated in much fieldwork.However,I’ve been interested in your studies ever since I read your wonderful paper on leukocytosis…Well,that’s not my point.I need to find a medical professional who can keep a secret,for a very very good price.What better girl for the job,hm?”
You’re taken aback for a moment,both by the man’s knowledge and confidence.
“How much money are we talking about here..?” The words feel like poison coming out of your mouth,how can you even think about accepting something like this? It’s mercenary work,this is what they always warned you about back in your training days.
“Seven hundred thousand upfront and one and a half million after the seven days of observation.”
“Holy shit?!” You slip out before you can stop yourself.
“I’ll take that as a yes?” The man says,looking you up and down with a small smile.
Extra notes: It’s 4am rn so i am so sleepy! if this makes no sense i am sorry! in the morning i am going to proofread again and find anymore mistakes and fix it as best as i can! Carlos will be in the next chapter jajaja i just wanted to build some past for the reader! I also got a picture limit thats why the borders are all over the place! ty for reading! <3
music recs for chapter 1: ‘the swan - camille saint-saëns’ ‘twin peaks:fire walk with me - main theme’
{music I was listening to as I was writing or music that was mentioned in this chapter!}
