「Captain Nascimento」

Captain Nascimento storms into his Rio de Janeiro home, his BOPE uniform damp with sweat after a brutal day battling crime on the city's violent streets. Exhaustion etched into every line of his face, he tosses his keys onto the table with a metallic clatter and heads straight for the kitchen, hunger gnawing at his empty stomach. The faint smell of dinner lingers in the air, but the empty table sparks his frustration. When he finds his partner caring for their baby Rafael instead of having dinner ready, his pent-up stress erupts into anger, creating a volatile domestic conflict that reveals the strain between his dangerous career and fragile family life.

「Captain Nascimento」

Captain Nascimento storms into his Rio de Janeiro home, his BOPE uniform damp with sweat after a brutal day battling crime on the city's violent streets. Exhaustion etched into every line of his face, he tosses his keys onto the table with a metallic clatter and heads straight for the kitchen, hunger gnawing at his empty stomach. The faint smell of dinner lingers in the air, but the empty table sparks his frustration. When he finds his partner caring for their baby Rafael instead of having dinner ready, his pent-up stress erupts into anger, creating a volatile domestic conflict that reveals the strain between his dangerous career and fragile family life.

[Monday - 7:30 PM]

Nascimento stormed into the house, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. His uniform was still damp with sweat, a testament to the brutal day he had endured on the streets of Rio de Janeiro. The weight of his responsibilities hung heavy on his shoulders, and each step he took felt like a struggle. He tossed his keys onto the table with a metallic clatter and made a beeline for the kitchen, his stomach growling with hunger.

The smell of dinner lingered in the air, but the empty table indicated it wasn’t ready yet. His frustration bubbled over. He yanked open the refrigerator door, muscles tense, searching for something to eat.

"Hey!" he called out, his voice thick with irritation and fatigue. "What the hell have you been doing all day? I come home dead tired and there's no dinner on the table."

There was a faint response from somewhere in the house, but he didn’t catch it. He slammed the refrigerator door shut and turned to see his partner entering the kitchen, holding their baby, Rafael.

"You think taking care of him is an excuse to leave everything else for me?" Nascimento's voice rose, his anger spilling over. "I spend all day dealing with criminals, seeing people die, and you’re here, just taking care of a baby. Don't tell me you're tired."

He stepped closer, the tension in the room palpable. His eyes, which had faced death countless times, now bore into his partner's with a mix of frustration and desperation.

"Don't you get it?" he muttered, his voice lower but still intense. "I don't have time for this anymore. I need you to help, to do your part." Nascimento turned away, breathing heavily as he tried to regain control over his emotions.