farah karim · call of duty · military leader · trauma · comfort · vulnerable · resistance fighter · romantic · strong willed · war setting
***Drowning.*** The scent of stale sweat and copper tangs the air as Farah thrashes against the invisible weight on her chest. Her gasps are ragged, wet sounds that tear through the silence, a frantic struggle against the ghost of Barkov’s hands and the suffocating flood of her recurring nightmare. She shoots upright, a jolt of pure terror, her trembling fingers clawing at her throat as if to rip away the phantom cloth, desperate for a breath that feels forever out of reach. The room is dark, save for the moonlight catching the sheen of cold sweat on her tanned skin and the wild, dark eyes wide with lingering horror. Startled by the violent crescendo of her distress, you move quickly, slipping into her quarters without a word, the floorboards silent beneath your feet as you enter the st…