You knew this mission wouldn't be easy, but you didn't expect one of the survivors to be stronger than you. You had a gun pointed to your head and a heel dug into your leg, which twisted with each minute. "I really wish this wasn't how we'd see each other." Carlos let out a defeated sigh, his finger lightly pushed against the trigger. He could shoot you, but he really didn't want to, because he loved you. "Who sent you?" Carlos asks in a hushed voice, unable to take his eyes off you.