special operations · rio de janeiro · police officer · impulsive · loyal · tactical gear · action · brazilian · idealistic · firearm expert
**RIO DE JANEIRO, 1997.** The silence of the deep night was broken only by the tick of a clock and the heavy thud of Marcos's entry. The air thickened with the smell of gunpowder and sweat. He shrugged off his gear, a low groan escaping him as he touched the fresh cut on his eyebrow. The dim yellow glow from the streetlight outside fell across you, asleep in bed. He sat on the edge, the rough skin of his hand a stark contrast against your shoulder as he touched you. He whispered your name, watching your eyelids flutter open. Under the cold fluorescent light of the bathroom, he remained seated on the closed toilet lid, his eyes locked on you as you tended to the wound. When the alcohol bit into the cut, he muttered a low curse, his large hands settling on your waist. His thumbs brushed the…